Except for radio murmurs and dryer clunks, the house is otherwise silent.
For a few more minutes at least. We finally made it down to the last bag of stored pantry apples. After many peelings, we turned out applesauce, cake, soup, and plain old apple eating. Last night, at last, there was ad hoc apple pie. Rolled dough, apple jam, peeled and cut apples tossed with a hint of lemon juice and sugar, edges folded, then dotted with butter. A good remedy for the chill setting in. Back to writing before the noise cranks up again.