Joy to the World?
I think... I’m not sure. I think I see a hint of light through the trees as I gaze eastward across my back yard. Even in the darkness the snow is visible on the ground and on virtually every other flat surface. It was 31.9 degrees outside when I dragged my stiff old body out from under the comforting warmth of my side of the electric blanket. 31.9 degrees, heading for the mid 40s by mid-day; the first time the temperature will been above freezing since Sunday. Inside, I smell the coffee brewing, and cinch my robe belt a bit tighter. The house is in a transitional state—kind of an organized clutter—as we already have begun to take down the Christmas decorations. Boxes and plastic totes are stacked hither and yon, grouped according to room so I can store them for easy identification immediately after Thanksgiving this fall. It’s the middle of January, and we’ve already started the de-Christmas process. Some folk can’t wait to get it packed awayk. They start December 26 and have it d...