I’ve had a run of good luck this week.
Several clients paid their bills. My health took a sudden turn for the better. A friend came and helped me with a few difficulties around the house. Another agreed to come spend Sunday digging in my side yard with me, planting and whatnot. All in all, it’s been a delightful week.
Now I am wondering when the other shoe will drop.
What else can I say? I have gotten so suspicious that good fortune worries me. Put aside the whole concept of high-time, long-overdue, much-deserved. I don’t expect the Universe to provide for me, and when it does, suspicion floods my mind.
But I’m not complaining. I’ll take the lull in misfortune. Thank you, Universe. I won’t press my luck at the lottery ticket counter, but thank you.
It’s the twenty-ninth day of the twenty-eighth month of My Year Without Complaining. The wild ride continues.