faith

Greg and his guide, Zack, running blindly for the win...

This week has done little to restore my faith. I'm trying, but stumbling. I'm miffed at our economy, sympathetic to the hard working people in my life that are going to feel these bumpy times.

I know my husband will be working long(er) hours for the next couple of months. I miss him already.

(Did I mention the county stepped in to investigate some nasty gastroenteritis lurking at the school? They canceled curriculum night until the epidemic is under control. Ug! I'm considering plastering their floors with plastic bags as a preventative measure.)

But today I have things to do, light fixtures calling out to be cleaned; bathrooms to scrub. In the midst of this money meltdown, our realtors are putting an ad in the paper for an open house this Sunday.

Seems mighty optimistic of them.

I think I'll try to follow their lead and focus my mind on a brighter future, with shiny new light bulbs and a renewed spirit to press on.