Sitting…at the table that serves as my desk. It’s facing a window that looks out onto the front yard and street so I can watch the world go by as I work.
Seeing…that there isn’t much world going by this morning. Yesterday afternoon and evening brought 11 inches of snow in my subdivision and things out there seem pretty slow.
Decorating…nothing yet. My youngest son usually helps me with the Christmas and he’s not had time for it yet. Maybe I should just go ahead and do it myself. It would save the arguing we do over whether the Christmas decorating should be tastefully restrained and beautiful, or gaudy and over-the-top, with a tacky display in every inch of the house. (Don’t worry, it won’t hurt son’s feelings that I wrote this. “Gaudy and over-the-top is what Christmas is all about,” says he.)
Listening…to the Dividing Line live. I’m multitasking, something I’m not very good at, so excuse any typos, please.
Wondering…if multitasking should have a hyphen.
Looking…it up.
Finding…that I spelled it right. Woohoo for me.
Reading…Eighteen Words by J. I. Packer (This is the book I have tucked in my purse to read in the grocery line-up, while I wait for appointments, and while Natalie is sleeping when I am babysitting her.); The World-Tilting Gospel by Dan Phillips (Just started this one, and have only just finished the first chapter); and O Love That Will Not Let Me Go by Nancy Guthrie, a collection of essays by various authors on the subject of facing death.
Thinking…that I’m not going to finish reading The Cross of Christ by John Stott. While the first 2/3 of the book was excellent, the last chapters were getting a little weird. Some of Stott’s stranger views seem to be making an appearance and I’m just not interested in finishing, so I won’t.
Feeling…energetic for the first time in a while. I had a difficult fall for many reasons, but things are returning to normal. A big hooray for that.
Anticipating…Christmas with grandbaby. And thanks to Carla, we will celebrate with a new ornament.
See all of Carla’s custom ornaments here.
Walking…nowhere with no one until it warms up, and when the dogs and I do go walking it will be more a trudge than a walk. For me, that is. Like Tigger, dogs think new snow is for bouncing.
Wishing…it would warm up again.