Det ska bo folk i husan; husan dem treng folk. Folk treng hus og hus treng folk i all si tid.

It's cold at home, and no one is baking bread. Yet. Snow falls, but no one shuffles it, and I wonder when anyone will. I know I won't for several days. I will bake cinnamon rolls today, but not bread, and I think that's okay. No one will miss my bread. Yet.