Here's a visual of the raucous night life at our house these winter evenings.
Papa Pea is totally involved in reading, research and going through old files.
I'm immersed in yarns, needles, crochet hooks and back issues of quilting magazines that were thrown in a stack unread all last summer.
There's always an open fire in the wood stove.
Sometimes the radio is tuned to our Minnesota Public Radio station. Occasionally a bottle of beer or glass of wine will be present, but the jaw cracking yawns never fail to start occurring around 8:30 p.m. After that it's a struggle to remain upright for more than an hour or so.
Good thing we don't have neighbors close enough to be disturbed by the unbridled revelry, eh?