When the weather is frightful . . .

It was Regional Conference today so church was from 10:00 to noon. When I woke up this morning I immediately sensed the chill in the air and curled deeper into the blankets. I did eventually make it up and to the meeting, but did (or rather didn’t do) something that I can’t remember the last time leaving undone . . . I didn’t make my bed.

I hurried home from church, stripped down and melted back into the warmth and comfort of my bed. There I stayed unconscious of the world for another three and a half hours. The wind was rattling the leaves outside my window as the rain periodically poured down in seemingly timed movements as if being orchestrated. The chill never left the air.

Finally the music playing in my stomach grew to such volume that I knew it needed attending to so I quickly sprang from my bed to find my warmest, most comfortable pajamas.

In the kitchen I whipped up a yummy stir fry to the melody being conducted for the beginnings of winter. Only after eating did it dawn on me what needed to be done to conclude just such a day.

I just pulled fresh, homemade, extra gooie and chocolate chip cookies from the oven. An ice cold glass of milk has been poured and now I will curl back up on the couch and enjoy as I continue to listen to the symphony of the outside world. Only one more thing would make this the perfect moment. . .