Under the Weather
The last few days I have been under a cloud, not so sick that I had to go get professional help but weak and sick to my stomach and aching all over. Like being pregnant! I blame it on the horrors of the outside world and the business and confusion of my home life. Yesterday, I had three adults, two children and a new kitten in my house, all making noise. The three adults are my grandchildren who were all debating incredibly important stuff at full volume and in a language not fitting for the children around. I could have raised my voice, put my foot down, and all that, but I was too weak and achy and old. So I fed the baby, my newest great-granddaughter, who was sweet and soft and quiet ( unlike her mother) The kitten, a grey little terror named Jiminy, brought a baby squirrel into the house, alive, dropped it and then started chasing it. That was the icing on this crazy nutcake of a day. I opened all the doors, grabbed the kitten, and had a serious talk with the little guy about hunts and killings in my house. I think he was impressed and the squirrel got away.
If there are any hunts and killings in my house, I'll be doing them.
There! That was yesterday. I feel better today.
Thanks for listening. This is what happens when there is nothing to pray to.