All huddled up in the bed, which is an exercise in futility if warmth is the object. Our bedroom (former garage) isn't heated, but the water bed is. :) Keep having to alternate putting my hands under the covers (or my backside---you figure it out). And am drinking some of Gary's coffee. I'm *that* cold. And being that I'm not a coffee drinker, I have to be pretty desperate! He's always got a pot brewing, and tea just takes too long sometimes. My pink kettle gets enough of a workout as it is. I've used black electrical tape on the handle many times---but it's still working.
And just ordered another Robert Benson online, this one being called 'Between the Dreaming and the Coming True: The Road Home to God'. I think he mentions on his website that this is his favorite book that he's written, if I'm not mistaken. Have his book, 'Living Prayer', on hold at the library, so maybe it'll be in before the end of the week. Seems I'm absorbing this guy's books in short order. He's just such a gentle writer, and so regular. I've gotten to tired of arrogance in Christian writers, or folks who call themselves Christians. As I was telling a girlfriend the other day, humility seems hard to come by anymore.
Must go now and see if the water's boiling for the pasta. Spaghetti sauce is in the crock pot and it smells pretty yummy, and strangely enough, the crock pot is a pretty good heat source. Yeah, our heater's working in the house, but with temperatures dipping into the teens at night, I'll take heat wherever I can get it. I know I have plenty of company as well, excepting for the west coast, it's darn cold!
