Something Smells Good

Mom has arrived, homemade gingerbread dough in her bag (it's a different generation, the one that travels with dough). The house sounds and smells like Christmas. If I wasn't supposed to be working, I could very happily fall asleep right now. Flour everywhere, mom and Wilhelm singing, Blanka running around dressed in only an apron, debates over the much coveted giraffe shape, darkness outside, Jesper on his way home. But Blanka won't stop eating the dough, so thoughts about the coming sounds and smells of tonight are helping to keep me awake.