A ministerial colleague of mine posted on Facebook last week that he wished he could have a snow day. I was surprised that he hadn’t had one, given the extraordinarily blustery weather they seem to be having in his part of the country this winter.
It was probably a Sunday when, for the first and last time, I climbed a tree: A distressing episode that rolled out when I was 10 or so.
In one of the ubiquitous articles on resolutions that are annually dragged out, in more or less the same form, shortly before or after the New Year, I was admonished to give up cleaning out junk drawers.
Restarting a personal blog (hopefully shared) is more difficult than creating that first one, especially picking the name.