sigh. September. With all that this turn of the calendar page represents. The end of Ohio's all-too-brief warm spell and the transition to the all-too-long period of bitter cold and snow and ice. And everything that goes with that. I hate cold. I hate all of northern winters. Always have. Hoped to never ever EVER experience one again. Guess what? Coming all too soon. And the predictions are for a particularly bitter one. Last winter was, by local standards, rather mild. The one before, the 2014-2015 was considered, even by local standards, to be awful. This one may be worse yet. Lovely.
Dear Wife is next door with the Beloved Great Niece. Nephew-in-law (her niece's husband) is expected home in about 20 minutes, so it's not Too Bad. I have done dishes (by hand), have one load of clothes in dryer and another in washer. Vacuumed living room yesterday. So we should get by one more night.
Had to go to the Big Box store around noon, she had a prescription sent there that had to be picked up, grabbed a few SMALL things while there. She had a few other (three) meds arrive by mail this morning. When you're on as many as she is, every day is an issue.
The Old Testament reading today completes our annual trek through the Psalms, with Psalms 148, 149, and 150. Praise is the subject, and it's been on my mind a lot lately.
The New Testament passage is verses 16-34 in 1st Corinthians 11.
I Corinthians 11:16-34