The writing word for today: between.
Too much snow out there to do any deck work, so that remains unfinished. Potentially until the spring, unless we get a little bit of heat during a weekend between now and then. We probably only need a day to get it done, but I expect that to be too much to ask.
We shall see.
Starting to get excited for Christmas. Should probably figure out if I want to do another countdown here on the blog and, if so, what exactly I plan on doing.
See shall we.
I'm definitely open to suggestions on that, by the way.
They came for him during the ringing of the church bells.
In the brief silences between the echoing tolls their footsteps could be heard as they marched up the bell tower stairs. As they neared the top the jingling of their metal equipment grew steadily louder. They could have approached in stealth, holding their weapons and armor close to their bodies.
But they wanted him to hear them coming.
They wanted to find him, upon their emergence from the stairwell, cowering against the far wall. Preferably with tears streaming down his face, his robes soaked with urine.
And likely that would have been precisely the scene which greeted the first soldier to enter the belfry, had the man they had come to arrest actually been present.
As it was, his young assistant performed the role of the terrified holy man quite admirably while he quietly made his escape into the countryside.