A time to throw stones and a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace and a time to shun embracing.
A time to search and a time to give up as lost;
A time to keep and a time to throw away.
A walk with my mother-in-law through the cool morning air. We walked briskly to keep our fingers and toes from freezing, but our ears felt chilly by the end despite our efforts. Then a soaky bath with Broken for You, followed by a confusing phone call and errands. I felt clever, navigating from one unlikely destination to another without resorting to major, well-known roads.