Warm ginger

It's a cold, rainy day in Phoenix. I had lunch out with my father, an activity I do all too rarely, especially this past year. When I returned home, the house was dim and clammy. I set about making it warm and homey again before Chris gets home. The Christmas tree is lit, a soup is bubbling on the stove, a batch of seriously delicious ginger cookies is finishing up in the oven. Maggie is vying for my lap between cookie batches - the other cats are nestled in the bed.

Even though we don't have snow, I still love to take comfort in activities that drive the cold winter away.

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