Huh.
As the Elixir begins to gurgle and pop, I remember it's not quite that cold. The stick-on thermometer is over a year old and has developed a quirk from the elements. You hafta add "12" to get the right temperature.
I could probably buy a new one, they're pretty cheap. But this one works fine. As long as you add "12".
Let's see. 4.
Huh.
That's still brisk.
Wandering to the living room, I parallel park at the computer desk. The window shows actual daylight this morning, changing the sky from dark, to green, to yellow, and finally blue.
The cirrus clouds, those scattered, wispy ones, have changed with the sky from cotton candy pink, to yellow gold, to white. They now look like frost on Heaven's window.
Well. It is 4 degrees out there. If you do the math.
We've had four days of clouds while waiting for the arrival and the passing of the Big Storm. Kind of a non-event for us. 4 inches of snow. Down below they got 20+. And they'll just throw it away. We can turn it into white gold as it's beaten into money by snowmobile treads and cross-country ski poles.
But it is nice to see the sun. The sun always wins. Or is it the clouds always win?
Huh.
Is the glass ½ full or ½ empty? I told Techno-Boy about this - that there are two types of people in the world.
"No, Dad. There's three types."
"Huh?"
"Yeah. The glass is ½ full, the glass is ½ empty, and "Ya gonna finish that?""
Out of the mouths of babes.
Another cup of Elixir helps me determine there is a 4th type of person but that person is very rare indeed.
The One that says "Here. Let me dump that out for ya and get a clean glass. Oh, and drink deep, fast, and long. It's gonna overflow."
Yeah.
I keep forgetting that the Season of Giving and the refills are kind of a year 'round thing with Him.
And that definitely beats Santa's one-shot deal, eh?