Happy to report that the B's, T's, and U's are chasing each other around the premises as specified this morning, 70F in the Rambler's office, 70F in the nave, let's hear it for The Little Furnace That Could!
Freezing rain overnight, making the drive "in" interesting... I don't understand -- many things, but this in particular in this weather -- how people can barrel down the road ignoring both the sinister curb-to-curb glitter of the pavement, AND the sensations in the seat of their britches, as their SUV slews this way and that.
Ah well. We wait in hope and live in mystery.
Second Advent blessings, everybody.