We ate dinner at a diner tonight – us being Gill and I, our daughter and grandson, plus Becki a lifelong (her young life that is) friend from Scotland who is visiting us for ten days. I like diners, they’re simple, reliable, reasonable and do a great job in two categories, burgers and breakfasts. They offer a multitude of foods, but their best offerings are from those sections and I don’t remember when last I had a burger – more than five years ago for sure.

I had shoveled snow for a couple of hours this morning and then did some necessary tasks in the office and out of the office, before accompanying the rest of the gang to see some interesting movie about a Thunder Bolt, with a title so long there’s not a dog’s chance I’ll remember it. It won’t win any Oscars, but it was a relaxing diversion for a Friday evening.

The diner was like a ghost town and I felt for the proprietors. The weather was clearly keeping most people by their own firesides, which is a wonderful place to be on a day like today.

Anyway, disappointed as I was for a guy who lost a ton of business on his busiest night of the week, I was silently very happy that this storm hit on a Friday and not on a Sunday.

Snowy Sundays are a pain. We are not heavily programmed as a church, so there is just one opportunity a week to see everyone and I do miss it when that doesn’t happen. There are always times when we are unable to be there, but I dislike being hindered by the weather.

A church family is a blessing from God and I love ours.