In our apartment this morning, after I’d returned from Mass, which I went to over in Manhattan, like I usually though not always do, I sat at the table where my laptop is and looked at the Christmas tree, which we bought and decorated about a week ago, and which I love very much, because it smells nice and because it is beautiful. Remembering that I needed to refill the water in its base, I got up and went into the kitchen and filled a small pitcher with warm water from the faucet, and then went over to the tree and lay down on the floor so that I could reach in, at a proper angle, between the lower branches, and pour the water into the base without spilling too much of it, though naturally I did spill some.