Chilling down here. I encountered the daughter of our recently deceased neighbor's widow early this morning, outside. She let me know that they'd been unable to reach either his one ex-wife, or the daughter he had with that ex-wife. I let Dear Wife know, and she is finagling a means to get the sad news to those named. The obituary appeared yesterday in one of the local newspapers, with the calling hours for Sunday and a funeral Mass Monday. We'll see about whether we attend either of these or not.
We do have a small amount of snow on the ground, something that I never like to see, and the weather casters tell us that there is a whole lot more of that "Lake effect" snow heading this way, along with a "polar vortex" of horribly cold air en route from Siberia and which will hit a whole lot of the continental United States in a few days. Oh, for "global warming"! Too bad there is no such thing.
I have a birthday coming up this next week. I've never, not ever, made a big deal of these things, we never did when I was a kid and I haven't since then. Already have lived a lot longer than I ever expected to do, about 19 years now more than our neighbor got, so every day is a blessing.
The Old Testament reading has us beginning the book of Hosea. Chapters 1, 2, 3, and 4. This is a book of prophecy, taking place at a time when the division of the nation into the kingdoms of Judah and Israel had occurred. Israel pretty much became Samaria, with all that implies. And Judah became little better, if at all. These are prophetic warnings, warning that were ignored. Sound familiar?
The New Testament reading is the small epistle titled Jude. Brief. To the point.