Quiet sick day for The Boy and I at home today. My voice is just about gone and the occasional coughing fit leaves me begging for mercy. The Boy's energy is definitely down as he is content to watch his favorite videos and lay alternately on the couch and in my lap. Occasionally he wants to play and so we do that.
Tonight we will take a break from our house arrest and with the assistance of my mother go out and look at washers/dryers as the ones in the manse have just about given all they can give. The church quickly realized that if none of them can remember when they were purchased then by all means, we must need new ones.
This, my friends, is why you stay in a call more than 4 years. My theory is that we all want the benefit of the doubt right away, but especially in these rural settings you have to earn it. Of course, that is a detailed hypothesis that must be saved for another day.... or maybe never because it actually sounds quite boring.
I am hoping this week remains as quiet as it looks to be on my calendar. There is another counseling session coming up so I am holding my breathe there.
Have a good day.