Yesterday morning I woke up, donned the fluffy terry robe my parents sent me (thanks Mom & Dad!) and set off for my morning ablutions. Outside, of course.
At least it's not as far a walk as I had while in Iraq.
And there have been no rockets exploding here for a long time.
Much to my chagrin, the snow that had been predicted had begun to fall overnight, and while it wasn't much, yesterday morning was the first time I've walked outside wearing a terrycloth robe and not much else. Ever.
Let it snow.
Blessings and peace to one and all,
Fr. Tim, SJ