Tuesday, February 18, 2025, 8.1* Feels like (-4*) Windy
While sitting at my desk yesterday I watched Mariah pull snow from the ground and the trees making it impossible to see anything except white through my window. Several times through the night Mariah screamed waking me. Now she lingers probably out of breath. She’s not asleep. She’s meandering. The eastern horizon has turned on her light to see how to dress the morning.
Headache, hot coffee, dogs in and out and back to sleep. I wonder. Will he send me later today a message, a few words to tell me what I already suspect. “Sorry, can we do this another day? There’s an emergency.” Or will the plumber be on time to keep more unfiltered furnace gases from eating the pipes and eroding the septic?
“May you be strengthened with all power,
according to His glorious might,
for all endurance and patience with joy.”
Colossians 1:11 (RSV)
Photo: LJ Austin
