"baby, it's cold outside..."

I remember the first time I heard that song...Dolly Parton and Rod Stewart in a duet. Go figure. Although it is a much loved song of an earlier era, Dolly and Rod revived it for a new generation. Bravo, although it is still the most confusing song of all time.

I am glancing out the back bay window and it is raining, slowly, like an intermittent drizzle from clouds that can't make up their mind. Once again, it is cold...but of course, it is January in Arkansas and it should be cold outside.

Inside, it's warm, the way a home should be in January. The fire is dancing in the fireplace and my family and I are enjoying this day together. The satisfaction of a warm meal and the aftertaste of a piece of homemade lemon pie still lingers within me. Sam, our hilarious little Jack Russel, is enjoying our company as he bounces back and forth between all of us, trying to find a place to land and cuddle.

Yes baby, it's cold outside...and all is well.