Three weeks

No, I did not give up blogging for Lent.

Three weeks, four doctor visits, five prescriptions, one birthday. A husband gone overseas and back home, and gone again but not that far away, and back home again to find us still utterly miserable. Really, I try my hardest to be sarcastically positive in this little online space, so instead of the unending seriously-nothing-can-go-even-remotely-right-around-here list, I will say this... Today was good. I did not wreck my car. I did not burn my house down. We are all still alive. These are basic things, you know, but they count. They do count. They must.

Because the first of us to get sick, treated and recover from this horrid stuff? Sick again. With the same thing.

I'm trying to find the light. I'm struggling to see it.



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