Been one of those weeks when the hits keep coming. I'm asking for prayer. Let me know how I can pray for you while I'm closeted with the Big Guy.
The hard stuff:
Second Dad was diagnosed with melanoma. He and Mom are on their way to MD Anderson for additional tests, prognosis and possible treatment.
I was served with a city code violation for -get this- "weeds, annual grasses and vegetation more than 12" tall." Since 95% of my yards are spring-blooming perennials more than 12" tall, I can only assume the code officer doesn't know what those look like. I have until Sunday to appeal, "correct" the problem, or face $499 fine and 179 days in jail for non-compliance. I'll be calling today for more details on the situation.
I have a problem at work that I am both responsible for and completely unable to control that has made my eyes numb from stress for the first time in three years. It won't kill me, but it's trying.
I now have two cats turned finicky eaters: Simon and Toffee. I am about ready to kiss them both good-bye and let them starve to death.
The cough is back. I believe this is week eight, but, frankly, I'm too tired to count.
The good news:
The weather is supposed to be nice until Sunday. I have a handy friend with a chainsaw and a chipper who is helping me tidy up (since I doubt the garden awareness of the code officer, we're trying to make it look more like what people expect to see in a garden instead of my "prettyish little wilderness").
I have super, supportive bosses who are ultimately in charge and act like it.
I've lost 5 lbs and the desire to eat, so the cats and I can starve to death together in a final bonding ritual.
All the house guests are gone home. I'm hoping this will solve some of the not-eating issues.
The cough mostly shows up morning and evening, so it doesn't keep me awake and doesn't interfere with work.
Thank you for your prayers. Let me know how I can pray for you.