Interesting week. Stress at work has been a roller coaster, and Rachel has, as well, been up and down in her illness; although she has, in the last few days, made a pretty steady climb up. She MIGHT go to school on Monday, but we're still in a "wait and see" frame of mind. The dog, Crimson, has demonstrated more almost unbelievable jealousy of Rachel, culminating last night in a feces-laced pout because I left the house to go meet with my former sister- and mother-in-law, neither of whom I've seen since the divorce 15 years ago. (After punishment, Crimson spent the night in her crate in the garage, and has been quite well behaved this morning.)
Meeting with the SIL/MIL was a bit like stepping in a time machine. All of us have aged, but not badly. My SIL is battling the early stages of MS, and it showed in her exhaustion from the drive from Michigan. But we were altogether a rather happy, healthy group and glad to be where we are in our lives. We chatted about old friends, new lives, and the futures we still embraced with hope and anticipation.
A good cap to a week in which I've not been able to get either my stress or my decisions under control. I feel as if I'm "torn between two lovers" - and yet I also have the sense that God is not so much leading me as nudging me...which He will do when you're not paying much attention to His leadership. If you don't follow, He will, in fact, get behind you and push. Let's hope I can figure out what's going on before He wears the skin off my heels.
My office at Nelson - scary, huh?
Me in that office
More later...