The bedroom smells like nutmeg and cinnamon. Despite temps in the 50s, it's nearly 70 degrees in here—and the furnace hasn't been on all day. It doesn't need to be, the oven has been running non-stop for the past couple of hours.
I love days like this. The crisp fall weather outside. Sweatshirts and slippers inside. And a big Sunday dinner. Tonight it's turkey, loaded baked potatoes, green beans, and homemade pumpkin pie.