I know you northerners always get a kick out of us southerners complaining about how cold it is when it’s 40 degrees outside. Well, guess what. It really is cold outside. As in 24, headed for a low of 16. That’s cold for just about anybody, right?

I do love cold weather, as long as I get to enjoy it from inside a heated house. I even love snow as long as I don’t have to drive in it. Or better yet, drive amongst other people who don’t know how to drive in it.

But back to it being cold. It’s cold. Like winter cold. And it’s not even Thanksgiving. Where’s Al Gore and his global warming when you really need it? I’d settle for some Tennessee warming.

Anyway, it’s Monday and Monday is almost over. And I survived. I woke up this morning and God was still on His throne and that happy ending in the book of Revelations still holds true. Jesus wins. Spoiler alert.

Once again, I’ll be a broken record and say that I really and truly am blessed. That will never get old for me. Or at least I hope not.