A Year Later

We have lived here a year.

362 days from my blog about lying to you-but not intentionally

I never expected to still be here. To think of this as home. I cannot explain what I expected, but it was not living in a shop-house.
     Sam and Becky and Maverick are in Wa.
     JJjjj (yep, another j!) are in the big house and appear to love it.
     K is no longer K&K. Who knew what would happen. And, now it’s all but done.

I want to say more, but my expressor is broken. 

January-the unpredictable

I’m sitting in the living room with a blank stare. Well, in between blinking because my eyes are burning. Since Thursday, I have been fighting off a bug. On Friday I expected a snow day because of weather predictions. I went to work even though I really wanted to stay home because I was sick, but we got out at 2:00. On Saturday I had the cold, on Sunday I had the aches. On Monday I had the never-ending combination, and I called in sick. First time this year. I just went to bed early to prepare for a six a.m. start. Just trying to relax, and it rings. 10:00 Late start. L-I-B. Maybe I will get another day to heal. I will certainly get to sleep in. 🤧😌 But the thing that’s got me on edge is that John is on the road hauling a load. Feed. And he still needs to deliver it.  20° with a misting rain makes for stressful trucking. I guess I just have to leave it in His hands. Nothing I can do to make it different or better just prayer.

I guess it’s time to see if laying down will be a good idea. Good night all. Sweet dreams.