A hacking cough + unclear cancer diagnosis = a rather uncomfortable level of stress.
I'm sitting in the family room, early in the morning, listening to the dogs in their crates as they snooze away without a care. Admittedly, I'm a bit jealous. Since we adopted our little pack I've discovered the true meaning of the phrase, "it's a dog's life." It's a pretty darn good one!
I'm trying to move forward mentally: trips to SF and Texas are in the works to see friends and family (K is in SF, N's family is in Texas). I have a burning desire to play with our niece and nephew and to spoil them rotten! Well, we already do the latter from a distance, but I think it's much better in person.
Lord, grant me patience, and right now, please!