Last week was a very very bad week. I will not go into all of the horrible details. There was much sadness, sickness, sleeplessness, and anger. There were flat tires and unattained goals. There was one horrible experience at 3 a.m. (My wife is right when she says nothing good ever happens at 3 a.m.) We missed every single service during the first week of Lent. There were too many tasks and not enough time. I didn't feel any relief from last week's suffering until Saturday morning when I made a tripple martini. I say again, it was a very very very bad week.
So far, this is a much better week. Time doesn't heal all wounds, but it does provide proof that human beings can, if not solve most problems, at least, out last them.
In other news, I coined and defined a new word over at Raphel's blog. (You'll have to look in the comments.)
I am so, so sorry to hear of your horrible, awful, very bad week.
ReplyDeleteI agree with your lovely wife, NOTHING good happens at 3am (with the possible exception of waking up in labor around that time, as I once did).