My two youngest kids are out at a children’s program with our behavior interventionist, where they are having fun, burning off energy, and I get a bit of quiet time to work.
I have an excellent friend in Toronto with whom I have been having good conversation, and he is truly like a brother to me. He’s one of the few in-person friends I have (he used to live in BC, and we have been to each other’s homes) who has stuck with me through thick and thin. Bro, if you’re reading this, you already know how grateful I am for you, but here you can see it again. (And if anyone else is reading this, please don’t get the wrong impression. This is truly a brother-sister kind of friendship and he also knows my husband. I could write a whole blog entry on how much I thank God for this friend, and maybe I will someday.)
The microwave oven we ordered to replace the one that blew up last week is waiting to be picked up at the Sears pickup store.
My oldest daughter, who is in long-term rehab, is finally allowed to receive and write letters. I am doing the Snoopy dance on the inside, even though I am still exhausted from adrenal burnout.