Getting down to it. Yes, it's the end of the year, almost. And it's winter, or WINTER in northeast Ohio. So, we had snow last nigh. Fair amount of it too. Then a pause. And more snow. Then another pause. And now more. Wife's niece's husband ran a snow blower in the drives last night. And came home for lunch and did it again. And now, it looks like no one has. We had something coming via UPS, a (free) replacement for a bad cable we'd bought a while back. I'd shoveled a path from the porch, down the drive, all the way to the street, trying to be decent to the driver. Then he showed up while I was still outside. Oh, well. So the charger cable is here, and you could briefly see the driveway. Briefly.
Wife was sick most of the night, so she's passed out on the recliner under blankets right now. Running a low grade fever, as she has for the last week. Yesterday was her day for the Humira shot, which she took. It helps with the chronic ulcerative colitis, but not the 24 hours immediately after the shot, so she had horrid gastrointestinal problems all night. Does not lend itself to sleep, not at all. She's getting a bit of rest right now, which was sorely needed. She (we) hasn't had lunch yet, which is unusual for her as she eats by the clock, so I know that she feels awful. We did the weekly "fill the meds box" routine a few hours ago. She takes so many, and some at different times of the day, that we have one of those 7-day pill boxes, each day divided into morning and evening sections. Takes a while to do it, but it makes getting going the other days a bit easier. But it is disconcerting just how many different pills that her "complex condition" requires. We're grateful for them, it's good bit of what keeps her alive. I was on phone the other night with a former co-worker, another one who left the company around the time that I had. And I described to him the stress level as I watched my Beloved cutting those pills in half, trying to stretch them out, because -- courtesy of YEARS of consistently broken promises -- we just did not have the money to buy more. Did not have it. So having the drugs available is a blessing. Of course, better would be the blessing we've long prayed for, that the Lord would do a miraculous healing so that she would be free of the constant pain and not need the drugs any more. I believe that it could happen, but it hasn't happened yet.
Yesterday was the 9th wedding anniversary of our older daughter and husband. We sent congrats, I even sent one to him on the social media. No response. Whatever. None. Makes things hard, believe me. But we love them, regardless. Always will. But will never like the situation.
Tomorrow is New Year's Eve. Many celebrations, most fueled with alcohol, are planned. We're staying home and off the roads. I frankly expect some attacks, locations unknown, by the Moslems. Seems to be their "thing". But one is not supposed to say out loud what any blind man cans see. So be careful.
The reading from the Old Testament concludes the book of Zechariah, with chapters 13 and 14.
The reading from the New Testament is chapter 21 of the Revelation.