It was cold enough

to require one of these. Well, maybe not require, but it is surely wonderful to sit next to it, alternately reading the Sunday paper and doing some work, hearing it crackle and hiss, while the wind blows the maple seeds out of the trees. It is cold enough that many of the tender azaleas, among other plants, have really born the brunt.





Today is Sunday, and our seminarian gave the homily at church. Since he's been with the church, he has been a rather quiet, circumspect individual, so we were wondering just how, hmm, boring he would be. Well, not at all! He was funny and on-the-mark, and we wanted to tell him how much we enjoyed it, but he disappeared.

Tuesday is tax day, and, yes, we do owe, so the form is not being sent until the last possible moment. Working for yourself is not something the federal government encourages. Frankly, I wish I could have thrown the entire business into the fire, but that would probably call forth all kinds of demons for not filing.