Thursday was freezing. We had snow in the wee hours before dawn, and even though it warmed up enough to make it go away, the day was bitter cold and very windy. It was the sort of day that made me glad to be indoors.
On my way home I fought awful traffic, blown about in the wind shear, did some late night grocery shopping, and came home very glad to my house.
It was well lit, warm, and inviting. I got in, put away the groceries, and felt warm, safe, and sheltered.
You know, that's not a small thing that feeling. I forget sometimes what a blessing it is.