When tomorrow is over and done I will have worked 15 of the 30 days in September. It's not hard work, unless one counts sitting on their backside for nearly eight hours a day laborious. It is more taxing on my patience and mental endurance than it is physically strenuous. My friend can not see and she is not strong in the physical sense. She does not converse easily and, although she doesn't like to be alone, the murmur of a crowd, and sometimes the television, sets her on edge. Like I have mentioned before, she prefers to be prone, and that is "prone to laying in bed" which leaves me sitting in a chair trying desperately to stay awake. I am not always totally successful and my butt muscles are beginning to ache.
"Mommy's thumb" and had to take a sabbatical from the afghan I've been hoping to finish before Christmas.I've tried writing but find it hard to sort and reorganize thoughts written on paper. (There is nothing quite like being able to cut and paste...) I've been told I can get up, walk about, and stretch, but there is only so much that pacing can do.
I'm finding myself a little bit lost this week. The excitement of the month has died down, and the activities that kept me distracted from my own "dark woods" are gone. No details, just an earnest plea for prayer.
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