OK. We're back on track. I hope I didn't alarm you that something had gotten between me and Rich and managed to spoil it...not at all the case. The tears and fussiness yesterday was 100% the result of my "troubled" relationship with my sister.
I love her. I really do. And she is holding my life in her hands by having a potentially perfect kidney for me. But we're two distinctly different people, and sometimes I forget that and try to go back to a time when it was The Rich Sisters instead of Crys Rich and Coni Rich, or I try to be her mother. So today I will just try to be thankful that she is who she is and get on with it.
We will go to Mass and then grab a bite to eat afterwards, and Rich will watch the football and I will stitch and we can call it a good day. I might make us a lovely dinner or I might do some laundry or I might decide to put some Christmas decorations here and there...no idea where the afternoon will take us.
But all is well, Dearies. All is well. We're chalking yesterday up to an impending "special" week, anxiety about surgery, and the old feeling of helplessness that I simply cannot fix the whole entire world with a blink of an eye or a wish and a prayer. It is what it is and I am who I am, so occasionally that means a bit of an off day.
The sun is shining and the birds are tweeting sweetly as they head South. Hope things in your neck of the woods are completely swell and that you'll come tell me all about it!
