Der Bingle is here and he has this idea: How about grilling hamburgers on the outdoor gas grill? Uh, the high today is supposed to be 23 and then there is the wind chill. Well, if he wants to try it . . .  We are still a sea of ice and it took him 4 1/2 hours to get here instead of the usual three. He drove the speed limit and under and said he thought the Georgia plates encouraged people to give him plenty of space.

This morning I assembled the angel wreath . . . and you know those angels were getting pretty feisty about who got what position. I guess if an angel gets too hot under the halo, she’ll have to be put on probation. And then I would need replacement, so I strung a line of small bells across the wreath . . . because every time a bell rings, an angel gets her wings, dontcha know. We also have a monk on the wreath . . . he brought the chips.