Evenings like this

make me glad that I live at The Homestead during this season of my life. I spent the day shivering in an erratically heated building with a bunch of other Methodist clergy (hmmm, I suppose that means you might say the building was strangely warmed!). So it was wonderful to return to The Homestead and find a fire in the fireplace. I think flannel pjs and a cup of hot cocoa are on the agenda to accompany the annual viewing of "A Charlie Brown Christmas" on television this evening.