As soon as I stepped outside this morning to walk the dog, in 80 degree humid heat, a neighbor hollered Merry Christmas! No, this is all wrong. (Not the neighbor or the friendly greeting - both lovely.) Christmas does not belong in summer. Warmth should be generated from loving, hopeful feelings for each other and our futures. That’s been stolen too. Gaaaah…

Got a pot roast going in the slow cooker for a small orphan dinner later. Can ya tell I’m having trouble generating much Christmas spirit this year?