Funeral planning. Who would’ve ever thought this is what we’d doing these beautiful fall days?
Yesterday, in talks, I tried to say “Its fine” and “I’m not worried.” Rather, I said “It’s not fine.”
😅
It’s not. I was right.
But it will be.
A homemade london fog greeted me at the door this morning.
Lunch was cinnamon buns dropped off by a friend.
The kids and I went for a walk this morning and dropped off all the injectables at the pharmacy, among a few other things.
Some of the kids joined a few of our friends for a walk while the rest of us went home for some quiet.
A large bag of JBCs from Wendys arrived on our doorstep for lunch.
Nap time is on, and now the real hunt begins for our external hard drives. If only Brady could tell me where they are 😅😩
There is so much to do, but I think priority is finding those hard drives right now. The rest can wait. We’re in a “one thing a day” type of place. And one day at a time.
Be with us, Lord.
I miss you.