And now the "regular" week begins. And this is the next-to-last Monday in July, so we are counting down the few days of the months with short names. I know that it shouldn't bother me, but it does. I look at the calendar and realize that in 16 weeks or so, it will be winter. 😝 Brrrrr!!! ☃ I hate even the thought of it. It's not like I never went through it before. The other day, people were reminding me of an earlier time, the horrid winter, blizzards, bitter cold, and horrendous snowfall seen in this area way back in 1978, and asking who remembered it. I did and do. I was working an unusual job that had me on the local roads all night long. Friend had a side business plowing snow in parking lots and drives for apartment complexes, small businesses, and the private drives of those who owned some of those operations. He had me driving the plow while he was off at his "regular" job, having been up all night himself. Neither of us got much sleep that winter (did his marriage no particular good either), and the memories of that are anything but good. I was 40 years younger then, than I am now. I didn't like it then and certainly wouldn't like it any better now. NOT looking forward to it. Yes, we're in the middle of Summer, and still have a week of July and a month of August before us. But I know what's coming. Why can't it be May all year long?
I was down yesterday. Not violently ill, but not well either. Wife is also down. She's suffering a UTI, and it's probably strep in actuality. Doc wrote a prescription for an antibiotic suited for that,, and it is having some good effect, but she still feels awful so no real downtime for me. So we pretty much stayed quiet. I missed church services, something that very rarely happens, but no help for it. Perhaps the week to come will be better.
Her niece next door had a baby about 4 weeks ago now, and is talking about going back to work soon. Not this week, and probably not the week thereafter, but the week after that, almost certainly. They need the money, which I can understand, so Wife will be called into service as the Designated Sitter. Meaning I'll be helping out I guess. The Great-Niece turns 5 in a few months, so I guess that this coming year, meaning not next month but the month after, she'll be in kindergarten. Like me, she'll miss the age cut-off for some stuff, so she'll turn 6 while still in kindergarten. So Wife will be taking care of not one, but two Little Ones. Should be fun.
Now, tomorrow she has doctor appointment with the gastroenterologist in the city just west of us, about 16 miles each way or so, I guess. And Wednesday, she has an appointment with the endocrinologist (when I tell people that she has a "complex condition" it's not an exaggeration), which is about 25 miles each way. A whole lot of driving in an old car which has a problem somewhere in the cooling system. Somewhere. So we'll be praying the whole time back and forth and while at the doctor offices as well. And, with luck (PLEASE, Lord!) the "orphan drug" that the pharmacy had to have shipped in, will be there tomorrow so I can pick it up and get her back on it. She's out and has been out for about two weeks now, and it makes a great difference in her health.
Part of our life.
But we're not complaining. When Wife was born, many of the drugs and treatments that keep her alive had not yet been developed or proliferated. And even had they been, her family could not have afforded them. I guess the Lord has a purpose for keeping us around.
The "song of the day" is suggested by one of our Old Testament texts, Psalm 42.
As The Deer is a personal favorite.
Our Old Testament readings are Psalms 41, 42 and 43. VERY fond of 42, and not just because of the tie to our "song of the day".
Our reading in the New Testament is chapter 24 in the Acts of the Apostles.
Things are pretty tense and the Gospel message is stirring up a lot of controversy. But the controversy is enabling the preaching of that Gospel message into places that could not have been imagined a short while before.