The blog I had written seems to have mocked me.
Me on topics of healing and time and rest.
And after a day 80% comprised of Atlanta traffic
My own precious pea spewed chunks all over the kitchen floor.
It came in three or four waves
And what can you do with a wave?
I’ve only ever known Jesus to calm them.
She finished, shed tears.
Why must vomit be so ugh. Writing about it is having a negative effect.
Just why both damp and hot?
Why the odor?
It’s like everything the opposite of smelling warm food cooking.
And I did reasonably well cleaning her without a cold or harsh bedside manner.
I looked into her gorgeous eyes as I sat on her bed.
She sipped the fresh tea I’d made.
I tried to be cool. And I was mesmerized by her gorgeous smile and eyes.
But, I also yearned to wash my hands, again.
I’m just soooo sleepy.
I can hardly hold my eyes apart.
Am I the only one who gets like this?
All my energy drained by traffic and vomit.
But lucky still, to have her gorgeous eyes!
She cried a bit and finally rested.
To be honest, me, too.