I'm reading this morning "All will be well, all will be well, all manner of things will be well," and I'm thinking, "Good luck with that."
Which means me and my still more spiritual growth split the blanket yesterday, and I'm still half blanketed in self. I spent the day in the ER, worried about Ruckus getting fed and walked, not to mention my own self...it was not pretty.
Finding the gold, I really wasn't as nasty as I wanted to be...I chewed the Lord a new one, but he's better at overlooking that than walking around peeps are.
And my baby got walked and fed and loved without me...which, in my poor, pitiful, put-upon-me state of mind, may be the good and the bad news together. Clearly I have my work cut out for me.
Not to end on a down note: one of my angel-friends took me to the ER, another is coming over this morning to walk the little guy, and another this afternoon. How can I stay in self-pity with friends like that?...I'm sure I can find a way, but I'm choosing not to.
Thank you.
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