At least, it's been quiet for the past hour or so, while my sweetheart is off at a meeting. Just the thump of a basketball across the street in the last day of almost-warm winter weather. (It's near 50 here today and sunny - the Arctic air arrives tonight, though, so we will only see about half that for the next several days.) And, for a brief while, the snick of a measuring tape as our friend took measurements on the back deck, which needs a new one. Badly.
Over on Facebook, a friend posted that "January Sundays are best for poetry and muffins and sunny windows and spirituality and movies and pajamas and candles and planning and reflecting and coffee and sofa-sitting. (And laundry.)" I believe that she's correct. It is a good day for taking stock, making lists, and for sifting through piles of papers that needed sorting. Some have been filed and some have been shredded and some have been put in the recycling, all of which makes me very happy. I've also been sorting through some books. There are quite a LOT of books in my house, and I've been going through them lately, trying to pare things down. The give-aways will all find good homes, and it will free up space here, which is a good thing. It's also a good day for crafts, or for baking or cooking.
And now, I believe I'll have some more tea, and perhaps another piece of the shortbread I made yesterday. I made "Jimmy's Pink Cookies" from Molly Wizenberg's A HOMEMADE LIFE. Turns out they are the best-ever homemade shortbread, which one tops with a tinted cream cheese icing with a bit of kirsch mixed in. I only frosted a third of the cookies, and left 2/3 as plain shortbread. Soooo good.
Soon, my sweetheart will be home again, and at 3 o'clock, we will watch football together, and later, have a nice dinner at home. But for right now, I'm enjoying the quiet.