I just have very little interest in anything today doesn't include basking in My New Floor.
Rubbing my bare feet across it.
Looking at it across the light.
Admiring how pretty it looks decorated with little toys resting on its surface.
Mopping up snowdrips from it.
Picking up peas off of it.
Feeling the warmth from the heater on it.
Dreaming of fixing myself a cup of tea and sitting squarely in the middle of it.
Maybe I'll do that.
I'm sure we'll see you tomorrow.