You know the kind.
Towels tumbling through the dryer, kid snoozing through a nap, dog snoozing through a nap that was occasionally interrupted by an appearance of the demon dog, and the soundtrack to all of it was classical music mixed with the gentle patter of rain by the open window. Gloomy, with a hint of a chill in the air. And by hint of a chill, I mean 80 degrees.
(who even could have suspected the A/C would be off and the windows would be open again before October?)
Add the discovery of a new dessert blog to the mix, and it made for one glorious afternoon.
Yes sirree. It was glorious.
p.s. I cannot tell you enough how amazing this place smells when I've got this in the crockpot. I've made it thrice, and thrice we have loved it.