Cats let me sleep until 05:45, which was around the time that the alarm went off. They're fed, Dear Wife is fed, dressed, and just walked through the snow across the backyard and is set to "watch" the Beloved Great-Niece today. We had a bunch of snow overnight with more falling now, then set to change to freezing rain. Supposedly going to be above the freezing mark after bit, but not by much, so driving conditions are likely to be treacherous at best. Lord willing, I'm staying home, avoiding the Tuesday-afternoon "story time" at the local library that we usually take the Little One to attend. But we shall see.
Yesterday ended up being a long day. We had, fortunately, a previously arranged appointment with the "Primary Care" physician (a 20+ mile drive away) which worked well with Wife's illness. And, yes, I had an appointment as well. They called us in early afternoon, told us they'd had a cancellation, and could we come in right away? We could, we did. More than half an hour drive, so "right away" was subject to some interpretation, but we made it. Yes, she has a very nasty sinus infection, she's prone to them. So a prescription for heavy-duty antibiotics was issued and called into our nearby pharmacy. I had my brief appointment. We both got shots, I got for the pneumonia vaccine and the "flu shot", she got just the one. I don't normally do these flu shot things, but they highly recommend them for persons in my age group, and Dear Wife pestered me, so I did. Whatever.
Then back towards Home, but first a stop at the pharmacy, which is in the nearby Big Box store. Of course, they were very busy. And, of course, they didn't have it ready: it had only been an hour and a quarter since it was called in. So we picked up a few items, VERY few, like bread, that we would be needing soon, paid for the prescription, came home. Walked in at 6 p.m., in the dark (sunset being around 5 pm).
Cobbled together something to eat, took her first dose of the antibiotic. Cleaned up some, while she watched "Antiques Road Show", about the ONLY thing on PBS that isn't trash. Turned in around 10 pm., after taking a second dose and here "usual" nightly meds. She lay in bed a while but finally got some sleep, the Benadryl helped some with that.
I'm not a big sports person, the matter is too much like the "bread and circuses" of the decadent and dying Roman Empire, so didn't watch the Big college football game. Our old friends and neighbors in Alabama did, I'm sure, loudly confident of a blowout against Clemson. Only that didn't happen, which I didn't know until 20 minutes ago. I have no dog in that fight, but some friends are probably on suicide watch this morning.
I haven't had much "quiet time" in the last 24 hours. I see on the news the "usual" things of war and death and crime and loss. And anger, lots and lots and lots of anger. Anger is not necessarily a horrible thing, but when it utterly consumes a person, something many of us have seen and experienced, it is not a good thing. We've seen cases of fights, serious, sometimes deadly fights, even within families, over team sports, or TV show choices, or other things that, taken in isolation, are just not A Big Deal. And the fixation on such peripheral matters, to the extent that they take over one's life, keep us from focusing on the Big Things. Like the Lord. Like eternity. Like our families. Like, .. well, fill it in. "bread and circuses".
I've had to listen to some of these fixations on matters I consider to be peripheral for my whole life. Ever hear the arguments over such earth-shaking matters as the "correct" way to put toilet paper on the roll? When I got married, I was "instructed" by Dear Wife on the "correct" way to fold bath towels. A big issue, apparently. An old argument is and has been the use of musical instruments in church worship services. Some -- and I know many -- are convinced that such are devices of Satan. Others, and I know some, are involved in small-scale orchestras, including violins, in their services. I've heard some of my Catholic friends claim that any house of worship that does not include use of an organ, really doesn't count. Or whether one may use hymn books with "standard" music notation, rather than those using "shaped notes". My Amish and conservative Mennonite cousins and childhood friends get into arguments, some quite heated, over the correct size, shape, and customs of the "covering" that women in their fellowships wear. Ditto the use of the "babushka" that women in, say, the Russian Orthodox churches wear, or a mantilla in some of the Hispanic fellowships. Or the old (around here) Ford vs. Chevrolet contentions. While families, neighborhoods, and the culture collapse around them.
How all of that glorifies the Lord and builds His kingdom escapes me.
The Old Testament reading today is chapters 25 and 26 of the Genesis.
Abraham has buried his wife. And, though nearing 120 years old, he took another wife. And several concubines. Had children as a result. Children that would, in later years, be a grief and snare to his "main" descendants. Like, for example, the Midianites.
And his son Isaac, married, also has children by Rebekah. Twins, Jacob and Esau. Trouble from the start. Even in the womb and certainly at the birth. Esau is favored by mom. Jacob is favored by the Lord. Lots of results to that, none good. We still see the results of that, several thousand years later.
The reading from the New Testament is verses 1-17 in the 9th chapter of the Gospel of Matthew.