of day for me is when our home is entirely clean, free of dust and tumbling tumbleweeds of Aussie undercoat.
It’s a few hours when I’ve brushed out the dog on a towel and gotten at least a puppy’s worth out of her. I can write, sit back, relax and know that in a couple of hours my dear husband, the human tornado, will make a mess of it.
This is my time. Yes, I know you want me to advertise some brand of coffee or hot cocoa. I will not do so. I write for me and for you, not anyone else. Dee
Cooking with Dee 