Cold hands, warm heart.

I am going to bed early...before mid-night.  I am tired.  And I am tired of the cold weather.  It is supposed to be down to 16-17 degrees F. tonight.  No more snow 'though.  I went to mass and right back to my cozy little nest. 

Church was full.  Even with all the huddled masses  kept my jacket on and literally sat  on my hands. You know what they say: "Cold hands, warm heart."  Maybe.

As I stayed in by the fireside bright there isn't much to write about.  So, this just about all you get.

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GREAT IS THE LORD

AND GREATLY

TO BE PRAISED;

AND HIS GREATNESS

IS UNSEARCHABLE.

 

Psalm 14: 3

 

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