Steve and I have been emailing a little today. He knows about the challenges in my household right now and is always quick to ask, “How are YOU doing?”
So, today in our exchange, he asked how things were going this week and if there was light at the end of the tunnel. And I replied with:
“I can’t even see the end of the tunnel. But when I come to one of the little joints in the ceiling, where the light shines through, I just stand there for a minute and rejoice. It's like a reset button. Gets me through to the next crack.”
I’m very deep, aren’t I?
That’s where I am today. I’m under one of the cracks and the sunlight is warm and bright. I think I’ll stay here for a couple of days, if I can. And that might actually be possible. Kayleigh is off on a band trip until Sunday evening and Tyler will be crashing over at his uncle’s after game on Saturday, so Todd and I have about 24 hours to recharge and pay attention to each other and laugh our asses off.
Don't expect any blog posts.
I sense we'll be occupied.
2 comments:
Damn straight we'll be occupied.
Over and out.
Word verification: tairdle, which sounds like a Scots word for some conflict gone horribly wrong ("The wee laddie had hisself a tairdle with the wrog end of a scythe...")
That should have been "the WRONG end of a scythe"... sigh.
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