I know.
It's not snowing.
The sun is even shining.
The wind is breezy and bold.
But it is starting to feel like November. When everything is really dead and grey and cold, but no snow.
I don't like the inbetween time of the transition. When it isn't fall really, any more, and it is not quite winter.
Makes me restless.
and my toes are cold.
Liturgy w/communion for August 16, 2026 (Pentecost 12/Trinity 11/Proper
15/Ordinary 20 - A)
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Texts: Genesis 45:1-15; Psalm 133; Romans 11:1-2a, 29-32; Matthew
15:(10-20), 21-28
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