If Wishes Were...

Feeling pensive and tired tonight. So much reading and writing to do, and I don't feel like doing any of it.

But you want to know what I do feel like doing? I'd love to lie in front of a fireplace (with a fire in it, of course) in the dark, snuggled under a blanket, and think about nothing except how beautiful the fire looks when it dances. I'd like to fall asleep listening to the whispered roar of the flames, and the crackle of the burning wood.

It's not really cold enough for a fire. And I have too much work waiting to indulge the luxury of aimless thoughts for long, not to mention falling asleep at such an early hour. But, oh, it sounds so nice, doesn't it.

PS If the above seems to contradict my last post, which rhapsodized about the warm weather, I don't care.