...complete with a steaming mug of hot spiced apple cider.
It was a nice, quiet moment. Yeah, I actually do mean just one.
Quiet. Moment.
Isaak was with me, and he was not happy.
Not cheerful, either. Downright grouchy, as a matter of fact.
And he thought that the entire neighborhood should hear about it.
I disagreed.
So we went inside.
It was a nice, quiet moment. While it lasted.