Cinnamon toast on homemade bread and coffee strained through cheese cloth. He is off at a workshop on cold frames for the morning. I'm in pajamas; I intend to remain here, despite the brightening sun.

There may be a trip into the city tonight to meet up with old friends, one of whom we haven't seen in probably 9 months. And then, later, a bonfire to usher in this warmth.

Good morning.