This was my trying-to-salvage a not-that-great Monday Morning
during lunch; computer woes; sleeping woes; foot woes; messy house woes.
I am holding on to this fact:
My Husband and I were prayed for during liturgy yesterday.
That meant so much.
My Husband knew I was about as limp as a newly wet dish rag,
so he took me out to our favourite diner for dinner.
I had beef and mashed potatoes.
Back home he had to do more work, poor man.
Now it is time for bed.
Tomorrow is a NYC day.
I really hope it is a peaceful one.