It's that time of year, when it gets dark between five and six, when something inside me stirs and all I want is to put on some plaid pajama pants, a hoodie, light a fire in a fireplace, sip hot cocoa and let the warmth trickle down my throat and into my soul. Add a few of my favorite humans and some chill music, say Norah Jones, and you have one of the best possible November evening scenarios...

...a girl can dream...