July 27, 2017 It’s 9:40 in the morning and I am absolutely exhausted. My allergies flared up a couple of days ago and so I’ve been drugging myself and not sleeping well. Normally I don’t have a bit of problem until around Aug. 10 when they start in earnest, but I’ve had several days like this already this summer. And then I read this morning that we are supposed to have another warmer-than-usual fall which usually extends the allergy season for me. Maybe the weathermen are wrong. Will and I heard locusts last week and according to Siri, the first frost comes 6 weeks after the locusts – which would make it early Sept, which seems about a month too early, though. I don’t have a lot to report. All the things I thought we’d be getting done after the wedding, we aren’t. I’m tired. I feel like just getting through each day is an accomplishment. Will and I did start the ceilings this week, so that’s something, anyway. I don’t know if I mentioned on here that I decided to pl
Surviving early and unexpected widowhood, single parenting, adoption, special needs parenthood...I cover it all as I muse on the unexpected twists and daily minutia of my life. It's also a place where I can publicly echo the words of the psalmist in Psalm 40:2, "He brought me up out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock and established my goings."