I bless the maker of my vinyl replacement windows as the weather turns a little frightening. Apparently we lost power overnight sometime and the Christmas lights got confused, because there they are at 6 in the morning, for all the neighbors to enjoy as they chase their recycle bins down the street. You've got to love New England. Of course, the fact that this is January and it's fifty degrees outside means A) I won't have to shovel and B) We truly have messed up poor Mother Earth to a fare-thee-well.
On days like this (still worried about the birds) I am grateful that I don't have to be at work for another four hours, by which time this fury should have abated. And I think of all the people who don't have sturdy houses, or who live in parts of the world where this weather happens all the time, and I resolve again not to take so much for granted.