The winter exists. There was actually snow today to prove it.
While shoveling it, I reminded myself that it’s just like cutting grass. A row at a time. The pleasure of seeing your progress.
I like grass cutting much better.
I’m reading the magisterial Gulag Archipelago for perspective. Siberia = cold, Ohio = warm.
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It’s a wonder there’s as many taking from the Eucharistic cup as they do, as I in fact did today on impulse (I normally don’t). Religious folks are often somewhat obsessive-compulsive, more into hand-washing and thus less likely to take from the cup. I think that’s part of the reason the more orthodox folks so loathe the shaking of hands after the Our Father. It’s unromantic to think of it as spreading germs rather than peace, but there you go.
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