Morning ablutions

I am connected. We now have the capability to connect to the internet through wireless and my cellphone. I have to remember that all this comes with a price.

Everyone seemed to get up late today. Cindy is in the shower. Tex is chewing on his flanks. I am trying to wake up by using my brain here. And Kate is sleeping.

Are you sleeping? Are you sleeping? Sister Kate? Sister Kate?

I am cutting off now. The shower is shutting off and I need to find something to eat this morning before I shower, shave and dress for work.

Well, here I am again in my office, wondering if any checks might dribble through the post office door today. I am expecting two checks in the next few days. It is always something else.

Kate had to wait to drive Cindy to work this morning and now she is in her seat answering the phone and responding to visitors. She brought an artifical plant and a candle in for her desk. I think she is attempting to fight the gloom of January and the glare of the flourescent lights with a little candle. That reminds me of Oscar Wilde, battling the Phillistines of London by walking down the sidewalks, carrying a flower before him like a shield.

There is a cold front moving down from Canada and they expect the weather to get progressively colder as the week goes on. Nothing like what I saw on the national weather map last night. It is nice to be in Georgia rather than, say, Duluth, Minnesota, where they expected a low of -23 and a high of -5. That is cold, no matter who you are.

I suppose that once you pass a certain point in temperature, it is cold no matter what the actual temperature. But -5 for a high is clearly a spot which is reason to stay indoors and throw some more wood on the fire.