Looking back just 3 years, we'd just made the very long relocation from the Deep South to here, a point barely an hour south of the "North Coast", the Great Lakes, Lake Erie specifically. And three years and just two months from now, we had snow! Snow. Snow is one of my least favorite things in the whole world. I am most comfortable, to the extent that I ever am, in the months with very short names. Like May, June, July. April is OK. August reminds me that Bad Things are coming. September, like all the months ending in -er, is a non-favored month. As are the ones immediately following. The ones ending in "-ary" are lousy as well. But it is what it is.
Dear Wife is doing a bit better. The findings at the doctor's office Thursday seem to be correct: she has an inflammation in the air passages, including the bronchi, lungs, and sinus. Does not appear to be an infection. Treatment with heavy doses of steroids were indicated, and have been taken, and she's showing some improvement.
But she's not fully "there" yet. Today was a family reunion on her side, one she was supposed to be the recording secretary for, and she simply was not up to it. And there was a picnic at the church at the same time, and we couldn't go to it either. A big event at the town across the river/state line from us tonight, and we couldn't go to it either.
But she's feeling better, and that's what matters.
The Old Testament reading today is Psalms 116, 117, and 118. Very Good Stuff here.
The New Testament reading is 1st Corinthians chapter 2.
I Corinthians 2