Sherpa lined slippers and my favorite
robe, well-worn and ankle length.
Hot cocoa from the Keurig in my red cup.
Husband at his computer, brown mug,
steamy with the same brew. Lexi Dawg
snores softly at my feet, click-clack
computer keys is the music we hear.
8 comments:
Be warm. Be well, Judy and Bill!
A restful scene.
Warm sweet evening, similar to Bob's and mine, except no cocoa here.
The music you listen to is familiar to me. LOL. Well described.
This is a familiar scenario in our house, but we have cats. Not that we don't love dogs, but the cats are not too keen.
Only a writer would understand the 'music' of computer keys, where others would just hear annoyance.
Lovely writing. :-)
Paul, My husband does not hear the same tune I do when my computer keys are clicking away. My muic is his noise. LOL
I think this must be a similar them in everyone's homes. Well, everyone who writes that is. I guess that's why writing is such a solitary job. I hear of authors going away to be by themselves for months to complete a project. No one wants to hear our music. :)
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