Here, now

It could be anytime of the day.

I'm in my dressing gown, but on weekends that doesn't mean a thing. My feet are cold but the laptop is warming my lap so I'm happy. I occasionally try to find him with my feet so that he can warm them up a bit. My personal hot water bottle.

The light through the curtains is enough to show that it's day, but other than that, nothing. It could be the haze of dawn, a grey day of rain or the last light of dusk, it's impossible to tell. It could be raining or sunny, I haven't looked yet.

My belly is rumbling but in a nice way. Soon, I will venture into the kitchen and fix up some fatty comfort food. Something easy but warm, quick, stodgy but oh so tasty.

There is a fire burning very low in the grate. Red embers and an occasional flicker. It warms the side of my leg just enough so that I know it's there, but not too much that it's too hot. The noise of coal shifting is the only sound but for the rattle of my typing and the occasional grunt from him who is playing a game on a low volume.

It's nearly mid-day on a Sunday morning, and this my friends, is bliss. After food I may put some clothes on, then him and me can watch some Star Trek films together, warm in front of the fire, whilst the world outside does what ever it does when I'm not there to look after it, and the pile (mountain) of unmarked tests and books lays forgotten in the corner.

Hwyl a sbrii