First, I must tell you that I had a wonderfully written post prepared for you. I was halfway through crafting a witty, insightful missive when we blew the breaker. We don't know why we blew a breaker. It just sometimes kicks off. This happens pretty regularly now. Each time it makes our pastor start grumbling things about getting a new building and our worship pastor wonders when one of us will be electrocuted. Now, I must tell you that it is 14 degrees Farenheight and it is lightly snowing. But I am inside at a comfortable 67.