Lumpy Days

So I got home tonight and noticed that not much had been done.  Worried that my friend and contractor’s baby had come a month early, I called to make sure everything was all right.  He assured me that the baby is fine. He just had a day when everything went wrong so he decided to start again tomorrow.

I can relate.

I had a lumpy day myself.  I didn’t quite make it home before falling apart.  I called the National Guard, the Cavalry, and the First Responders.  One from each camp threw me a lifeline and I’m hanging on tight, hoping the rope is strong, hoping my hands don’t fail, hoping that the bright side which seems to have receded far into the distance will get closer and closer as I cling to the rope, and the rescuers tighten the other end and I scramble to find a foothold.

It’s been a lumpy day, but I’m not complaining.    Oh, okay. Maybe I did some complaining.  I might have even wailed.  But the wagons circled.  I’ll make it through the night.Rescue Demo

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