Holy Smokes.

It’s a Monday at Christmastime….and it’s pouring here.

I got up this morning, heard the deluge on the metal roof, and thought, for a moment, “What?!! Raining? Why’s this always have to happen?”

(Actually, what I thought was probably something more like, “Raining? Huhhhhhhhhh. I need coffee….“)

I got my head back in shape pretty quickly, though….and remembered what a big string of really nice (ie “dry”) days we’d just had….and stopped myself before I really started to complain.

Rain will be OK.

What’s the worst that can happen when you’re leaving a bunch of important paper items for people in metal boxes?

They’d get wet and be ruined by all the moisture?

And I’d be the only responsible party they could blame?

How bad could that be?

Man….the rain really makes you appreciate how easy it is when it’s dry.

You load up and get out to deliver….and everything stays….nice.

It’s easy.

We’ve delivered in the snow before around Christmas….and that can be really hard…so rain in the unseasonably warm weather is actually pretty easy.

NO SWEAT.

We cut our Christmas tree off of the new property yesterday….and it’s a nice little tree….about 7 feet tall.

Cutting it let the sun hit the porch at the old house in a different way.

It’s funny how a sunny day will help you re-examine possibility.

We were brainstorming about how to make that big piece of property into a place we could actually use.

Sunny days help you do that.

Soaked Santa.

Nobody says that they’re dreaming of a “Wet Christmas”.

Maybe it will snow.

That’d be weird.