Thursday, February 1 ~ Evening
Greg glanced at the clock and set the pot on the stove to simmer. The cold winter air and snow just inspired him to attempt to make hot cider. It had taken all day and several failed attempts that went down the sink but he felt he managed a lightly spiced cider. The entire house likely smelled of cinnamon and apples.
He heard the door open and close as Percy came home. “In the kitchen!” He called out as he stirred the mixture adding just a touch more of the spices.