I’m up. Finally. At least for now. My bed and I have been spending some Quantity Time together the past few days. Yesterday’s Big Excitement was to feel well enough to take a shower and change into a fresh nightie. Any prayers you got to spare would be most appreciated.
Hey, there she is! Hi, hyphenated! Get better! Get better!
My cold went through half-a-dozen stages and has mostly faded, but Milady became full-blown clobbered by the bug yesterday; fortunately, she’s able to sleep. And sleep. You give me hope she’ll be up again someday, too.
Great Father of all the Heavens, have mercy upon your mortal children stuck in the often-blissful but frequently-distressing soup of earthly life. Give us strength to endure what you require of us, faith to remove mountains of unnecessary difficulty and disorder, and wisdom to appreciate which is which. Thanks for all opportunities to serve, in whatever capacities. (Add your own in Jesus’ name or amen as preferred.)
Huh. Now I want soup.
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I like your prayers, Mindful. Amen! Hang in there, Chrissy!
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Speaking of twit faces…
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And just to be clear, I was only referring to the one on the right. Megyn’s not a twit, even if those at MSNBC call her much worse things.
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