It's been a rough week. I was sure this was the week I'd "turn the corner" but it looks like that's still out in the future. So I've fought (and sometimes lost) the battle with discouragement, feeling at times that I'm at the back of the line in the clinic of the Great Physician. Dumb, huh? I'm old enough to know better, but what I know doesn't always line up with how I feel, and I'm just being honest...
I did get my staples out this week, and although the experience was the worst I've ever had in that department (and this is the fourth), having them out has made the nights a bit more comfortable. So I'll take any improvement I can get!
At least I've had the video of the now infamous Hillary Bosnia landing to keep me entertained. And all the predictions of what's going to happen between now and the August Democratic convention. One thing's for sure: it's going to be a journalist's, not to mention a political junkie's, dream of a summer.
I totally ruined the experience of the book A Suitable Boy by listening to it in dramatized form. If you want to read it, and I think you should, either read it in hard copy or get it in unabridged, simply narrated form.
My kids are taking SUCH good care of me while The Papa is away. They've made some beautiful meals, kept me in Cokes and coffee and snacks, and as far as I know have not let the house fall down around them. They're such a blessing...every one of them.
My life hasn't been broad enough to have much more to say...so I'll just say I hope you have a wonderful week and a nice introduction to April!