Sunday past

Never, seldom, is it the case that a blogpost is deliberately skipped. Surely, that hasn’t happened in the more than seven years this has been going up. Just so today. This morning, after zonking out about six-thirty last evening, I arose not long after midnight because Father Nature was knocking at the door, couldn’t go back to sleep, so got up, read a piece about how global warming, melting arctic ice, and resulting weakening the polar jet stream have caused the weather extremes that we now seem to be experiencing. Sleep returned by one-thirty, lasting too late to blog before rise and shine for church. 

My picture is one Tass sent me several years ago of a fascinating cloud formation she witnessed at St. George Island.

And to all a good night.

DThos+