Stinking cloud cover. Claire was such a good girl she woke Daddy up at 1:00 to see the Lunar Eclipse. The clouds had other ideas about my observing this rare phenomenon. Nice thick layer of condensed moisture between the earth and the greater heavens blocking out the not so frequent obscuring of our local natural satellite left me staring. Staring at the Christmas Tree and listening to Christmas music and contemplating the adjuration to always be awake, always be watchful, to always be prepared for the coming of the Lord. Two hymns came to mind; Sleepers Awake and Watchman Tell Us of the Night.
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