I am probably to tired to write coherently. But coherency is highly overrated. All visitors gone. House messy. Getting cold feet about new house loan. Street digging halted for the moment. I am fatter.
Child murdered over the weekend. Sort of puts all the rest of it in perspective doesn't it?
Today I could give a shit less about calories or interest rates or dirty dishes. I am grateful for the people I love and who love me. My life is so blessed I can't even comprehend all the things I have to be grateful for. (In addition to a perfection I love a preposition at the end of a sentence.) Those of you with children, treasure them. Those of Us without them, treasure someone else's.
Pray for me as I will for Thee. Love Bea. And pray for Mark.
P.S. I am writing this Monday morning. I started a post on Friday. I deleted it and wrote this instead. Gad, even my computer days are not tracking.