Today was a strange departure as I have the flu. But so does Duncan and so we tucked ourselves into warm clothes and watched movies on Netflix all day in the kitchen (oh, don't worry, there's room for a TV up on the wall, a woodstove, a wraparound couch and three easy chairs in my kitchen and no, that's not the eating area, that's in the big open section between the island and the stairs. That's where the long table is (it seats twenty people). The formal dining room is down the hall between the back staircase, PJ's wing and the foyer. Someday I'll just post the floorplans. It's hard to describe.
This would be called a breakfast nook but it's bigger. There's so much space here. In any case, Duncan kept the woodstove going and we cooked hot chocolate, tea and soup on it while he dozed in between while I (wide awake naturally) managed to clear the entire mending pile in a day.
Then PJ came home. Power out?
I don't think. I don't know, why?
You two look Amish. You're sewing and he's cooking on the stove.
What about the television? Clearly we have power.
Not necessarily. Even the most devout to their belief can be swayed by the magic of Netflix.
I don't know why you like Netflix so much. Not like there's porn on it.
Bridget, there's more to my life than porn.
There is?
I mean, there could be, if I wanted there to be, I mean.
