I’ve sat here long enough to know, now, that both St. Anthony of Padua and Therese the Little Flower were successful in their carrying of my request to the Lord. I don’t have to wait for the other shoe to drop — not tonight, anyway. Maybe in the morning. Maybe come morning, I’ll have to bail out a close relative. Literally bail her out of jail. We’ll see.
That means I can go to sleep, which my eyes and everything below have been begging me to do since I got home way too late again. Because I had to discuss this matter with the offended person on my way into the house from overwork, and then because I discussed it with the one who has caused a shoe to hang over our heads, DH went to bed mad because I wasn’t talking to or watching tv with him. I’m sorry — God only made one of me, and my nickname isn’t “Stretch.” It should be, but it isn’t! Probably the most I’ll ever say is, it was a cheating reveal yesterday which caused a fight today, and led to breakup #7 in which a baby was removed from his crib here to go to the other house — which has resulted in the cheater’s finding his tires were slashed, so he had to change them, first. Big, expensive tires………… *sigh.
Gah, who informed the funky universe that I’ve been feeling so much better (and had some holiday money saved up)?? My last day of antibiotics and steroids is
tomorrow today — guess I’d better watch out for wrecking balls, icicles, and trap doors.
All this was said to say I probably won’t post later today — though I’ve mentally been working toward a “He has my back” post — I’ll either be downtown… or food shopping. And napping. Though I may signal, please, God, an all-is-better-than-feared in comments. Here’s hoping.
It was also said, because you lovely folks unknowingly but so sweetly distracted me with humor and beauty and toggled memories. Again, thank you. 🙂
I think you have my back, too. ❤