Slowly, one by one, they all made their way into my bed which is the softest and warmest in the house. The boys are happy to have their Dad home for a bit (traveling husband) while I'm just happy that nobody is paying me any attention and I can just slip into my own thoughts. We linger together, in sync with the deep onset of Winter, finally settling on the idea of driving into the industrial area to try out a new to us cafe. While it poured rain outside, we indulged on chocolate muffins amongst other things inside this spacious warehouse with glowing strings of (Christmas) lights. Even with the interruptions of a work crisis (Michael's), it was all sorts of nurturing.