quick turn off the lights and pretend that nobody is home!
Winter has officially arrived. As I lay in bed this morning, debating the possibilities before me, either to shed the warm sanctuary of my bed or to continue to enjoy the blissful warmth and risk being late, it hit me. Summer is over. Fall never was. Winter is here.
I decided to crawl out of bed, hunt down my slippers (we have all marble floors) and brave the artic cold of the bathroom. All the time I was wishing I had turned on the heat the night before.
After my shower and shave, I put on exactly seventeen layers of clothes and sat down with my piece of Pandora cake and glass of red orange juice to re-read over my sermon. This was my fourth or fifth time to preach in Italian but I still have to read over and practice every word.
This afternoon we traveled to a little country town about 50 kilometers away to hold worship with an older Christian woman who lives alone. When we got there, it was snowing.
We live in a town right on the ocean. The summer is wonderful, the beach, the food the people, it is all good. The winter however, I am having a harder time accepting.
To be honest, I guess I need to decide if it is the cold that I detest so much or the heating bill…