Why We’re Not Having a Turkish Bath

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As I sit, comfortably squished between the arm of my settee and my dog to my left, bundled under a puffy blanket (the dog, not me) I feel grateful. I love being at home. It feels safe. I love having pets and feel that the home is a small microcosm of life on planet earth, with issues to deal with (the dog and the cat each hold a craving for the other’s food) and things that require tolerance (the cat snores. I might too, but they’re unable to tell me and they seem well rested so I’m not overly concerned).  Continue reading