I have had a terrible, rotten, no-good, horrible, very bad day. Yesterday was equally bad.
I ran over my dog yesterday-Daisy the most wonderfullest black lab in the world. She is a very lucky girl. Vet said she is just really banged up and sore. Then I had to attend meetings and run errands and did not even get to nurture her.
Last night at midnight she wanted OUT. Like a fool, I let her. She was injured and missing all day today. My family and all of our neighbors have been distraught. Erik got home before me this afternoon and she was in the bushes by the front door. Whimpering. A little crazy. She still is, but she is alive and walking just fine. I have tried to nurture her as much as her crazy little self will let me.
There have been many other reasons for these last two days being sucky-but mostly it is the dog. I love her. I hope she is noticeably better tomorrow. She is breaking my heart.
Today was almost made better by the fact that I visited with a friend in town from Colorado. We laughed and shouted at each other across the table at Chuck E. Cheese.
Later, Erik and I got smeared in a mixed doubles tennis match, but the exercise endorphins are the same. I ended my night by laughing with a friend via phone call. Laughter is the best medicine.
But the funniest thing that happened today was finding this moments ago in my inbox, verbatim:
"I called Jesus and he and I will both be there tonight."
This is from a fellow tennis leaguer regarding her doubles team. It just struck me as very funny. This and the fact that I have been talking to Jesus all day, yet still not enough. And also the fact that my friend told me I should try to find Jesus and touch His hem due to some 'issues' I am having. Little did I know he would be at tennis! It is just all rather funny in my over-tired, over-stressed, over-whelmed, under-prepared brain.
Cheers to the arrival of Wednesday...don't let me down, Wednesday. You have very tiny shoes to fill, so straighten up and be fabulous.