"We've hardly been in Old Town at all...Are we annoyed with somebody, or is it just a change of habits? I can't remember..."
When come the cooler nights toward the end of summer, we begin nesting. We look into the panrty and wonder if we have enough loose tea to last through to spring and make a list of people we will to dinner so we don't have to drive in the snow. Winter is a time for nesting as the snow wraps the city and the world gets smaller.