When autumn weather arrives, it becomes clear that I’m not from around here.
I step outside and take deep, full breaths of the cool moist air, and reflect contentedly that God’s in His heaven and all’s right with the world.
Then I look around me, and observe that everyone else appears to be bracing themselves for a coming ice age.
My son Thomas shares some of the characteristics of this alien race. On Wednesday he closed the window I had opened and announced, “I’m cold! I need hot chocolate.”