I thought I’d share a sense (or five) of what’s going on in the Burrow tonight:

Seeing: A mostly clear couch, thanks this to this weekend’s video chats. Little stretches of Christmas lights, still going strong at the edges of the room by the windows.

Smelling: A slight whiff of vinegar, from our belated dyeing of Easter eggs earlier.

Tasting: A slight hint of the cocoa I drank earlier.

Hearing: The whir of the bathroom fan, which is tied to the light, which I left on after I hung up the laundry to dry in the bathtub. Birds tweeting to each other outside now that it’s not raining. (They call out for much of the overnight.) Corey fidgeting in the box next to the couch.

Feeling: Corey’s soft fur. A chill — which came over the living room after the rain stopped and which is hitting my bare toes especially hard. The heaviness that comes with sleepiness.

What’s it like where you’re reading this from?