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Day’s Verse:
[God is] the one who runs the earth!
He cradles the whole world in his hand!
If he decided to hold his breath,
every man, woman, and child would die for lack of air.
Job 34:15
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Me, reading aloud from this web site: “As a rule, males are larger and somewhat lazier than females…”
Ian: “Ain’t that the truth.”

The recipe for what I think of as Chocolate Cherry Instant Death Cookies* includes:

• 42 maraschino cherries
• 1/2 C. margarine
• 1 C. sugar
• 1/2 C. unsweetened coco powder
• 1 6-oz package of semisweet chocolate pieces

A quote I like from a Tom Clancy book I don’t like**:

It’s called the miracle of modern communications only because nothing modern is supposed to be a curse.

Along the same lines, a quote from Kiss Me Hello, CD by Kristin Andreassen, a musician we have recently fallen in love with:

I don’t care if I can “roam.”
I’m just a prisoner, and my cell is a phone.

Today I brought my bike and all my bike-riding paraphernalia to church, intending to ride home afterward to take advantage of the 46°F day. But when I got outside after church, heavy winds — 26 to 27 mph steady with 35-mph gusts — convinced me that despite the otherwise apparent loveliness of the day, I would just go home with Ian. So we dragged my bike and everything all the way to Holden for nothing. Fortunately the forecast for the foreseeable looks favorable — that is, above 5°F, temperatures below which are about the only thing that has stopped me from riding this winter. Tonight’s lows in the lower 20s sound positively delightful, when last week’s highs were lower than that.

Figure that out. I’m going to go start watching Return of the King. Since Friday night Ian and I have watched the other two — last night 4 hours of LotR! — and who knows? We may yet finish this weekend.

* The recipe online varies substantially from the recipe in my cookbook.
** Full disclosure: Barring Rainbow Six, I haven’t met a Tom Clancy book that didn’t bore me to death. Usually I give up about a third of the way through — all that technical military talk, combined with an excessive number of characters, just kills me off.