The house is quiet. Here at the table, pounding keys, reading digitized biblical commentaries, our border collie curls about my feet as I write something I hope is worthy to share Sunday morning. A hot mug (sweet and creamy) sits before me, steam tickling my face.
The sun cuts through the chill outside, blazing through every window. I'll have to get take the dogs out for a walk later. But don't say "walk" in front of them – yet.