70 degrees in January is never a good omen… but I’ll enjoy it while it lasts, in a summer-weight t-shirt and with the door open for some fresh air.

After church this morning, I stopped by the hospital to visit Bos, Eaves, and Newbaby; he’s just beautiful, with perfect little features that rival any Anne Geddes print. It is joyous to celebrate new life, but I admit to fighting off tears as I walked in, thinking that GAC should have been there before me.

Perhaps she was.

I saw AT and the boys as I left, having been turned away by the hospital’s “no kids except siblings” policy (which I shouldn’t argue, except that I believe that hospitals have much worse germs than children). I could feel how hard it was for them to go there.

And, on the lower level of the parking garage, MushroomCloud was holding court in a very loud voice. That was incentive enough for me to hop in the truck and waste no time getting gone.

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At church this morning, a friend expressed dismay about the letter to the editor in Friday’s paper; I simply told her which remodeling contractor to be sure NOT to use.

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Now, to take advantage of this sunny day and help eliminate the woodpile that most likely houses the snake’s nest. Of course, my better sense tells me that this would be a better activity for a 20-degree day (when snakes are dormant), but I don’t like to be out in the cold either, unless I’m skiing.