Apparently the first weekend in November causes international desires for hygge.  Rather than spending the weekend at yet another speech meet, I got to spend time with friends, see a good movie, clean my apartment, fix my fireplace, drop off my ballot, do yoga, take a bubble bath, buy fresh fruit and flowers:

make whole-wheat no-knead bread:

counter any sort of nutritional goodness of the fruit and fiber by making apple-pecan cinnamon rolls:

and enjoy a leisurely, pleasantly cool fall morning in my apartment making travel plans with a certain gentleman in London while curled up on my couch in a nest made of the weighted blanket my parents gave me for my birthday.

What a lovely way to spend a weekend with an extra hour in it.