I was woke up with the news that a boy I have watched grow up while he played on the same soccer team as my grandson through many years was in a horrible pickup accident versus a semi last night. Turns out he is the half brother of my daughter’s best friend. Please, please pray for him. He is only 16. He has a whole life to live.
I went out of town for a doctor’s appointment that had apparently been rescheduled to next month. I had the rescheduled appointment wrote down for today not next month. So there was a communication error.
I am in a flare. That is not helping things. I hurt everywhere and just want to go to bed on my heated mattress pad, but my husband deserves some of my time and attention. We are going to go out for dinner and enjoy each other’s company. As much as I can, I have gotten excellent at faking it. He can rarely tell anymore. I want to keep it that way. What he doesn’t know…
I started the sourdough bread journey. Hahaha. My first attempt was a hockey puck. I haven’t had time for a second attempt. My starter is in the fridge, resting. I will pick it back up on Saturday if my flare calms down a bit. Maybe my husband could help me. Think positive thoughts.
Bountiful Spoons 