White stuff. On our car. Yep. Snow. Albeit, tiny flakes. But snow nevertheless. 22 degrees. Wind chill of 1. Inside the car after it “warmed up” - 19 degrees. Truly, it was time to go home. However, a note on our neighborhood Facebook page indicated that a large portion of the area was without power. Not a good sign for our welcome home.
We made our usual Waco exit stop for breakfast. McDonald’s. Yep. Not kidding. Their breakfast has never been terrible, especially the bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit. And Chris gets the sausage and egg biscuit, but passes her sausage to me. Breakfast protein overload.
We noticed the light flurries off and on for an hour or so of the trip. And the ice on the outside rear view mirror finally melted. We can do without all this freeziness in Galveston.
We stopped briefly at the LaMarque Vaughan’s house. Noa has been borrowing our camera for a class she is taking, so we gave that to her for her next session today.
A quick supper of tamales and chili, then a trip to Walmart was next. Yep. Bananas. But not just that ever-so delectable fruit. We needed a little bit of everything.
It was nice to get back home, though. That cold followed us here. I want to be inside.
Psalms 46:10 says, Stop your fighting — and know that I am God, exalted among the nations, exalted on the earth.
Father, thank you for the tiny taste of snow. But it’s good to be home for a while. Amen.
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