Christian fantasy literature, and commentary on assorted subjects
Can’t tell you how much better I felt today.
Not 100%, but almost completely up to snuff.
I think I had an unusual reaction to my prescription, but I can discuss it tomorrow with my doctor. She knows my condition, and will have some ideas.
I’ll post more tomorrow, including an update from Takis shelter about the mother cat and the kitten with the “backward feet”.
Have a good night, all.
See you tomorrow.
God bless everybody.
Patty
I’m beginning to think it’s just better to stay home.
Airports and planes messed up.
Big train wreck a few weeks ago.
Now a Mississippi River cruise ship gets hit by a tanker.
I’m going nowhere right now, folks
I don’t even own a cell phone. I just replaced my landline phone and am regretting that decision already. My landline was the only thing that worked during hurricane Sandy. All the cellphones were out and there was no power. The phone worked and the little little green pilot light on the phone was the only light in the house.
Can we please have our old airports back? They seemed to function better a while ago.
Johnno the Merry Minstrel has discovered a lost prophecy written in the 16th Century by Sir Osric Wungo, foretelling doom at the hands (or feet) of the June Taylor Dancers. But Lord Jeremy Coldsore is unconvinced.
“Wasn’t he the chap who spent all his family’s money trying to find a lost city built by woodchucks?” he said.
“Let me break in before the suspense becomes unbearable,” writes the author, Violet Crespuscular, the Queen of Suspense, introducing Chapter DCCXLII of her epic romance, Oy, Rodney. Honk if you find the suspense unbearable.
“Never mind the woodchucks!” Johnno retorts, performing a secret finger signal to find out whether Lord Jeremy has joined the June Taylor Dancers. It turns out he hasn’t. Johnno is very much relieved. “Mr Pudding’s newts,” he adds, “will soon stamp Scurveyshire’s doom with ‘Return to Sender’!” (We pause for Ms. Crepuscular to reflect on the merits of the U.S. Postal Service.)
“What happens, though.” wonders Lord Jeremy, “if, after they’ve polished off the June Taylor Dancers, the newts turn on us?”
Not knowing the answer to that question, Johnno runs screaming into the forest. There’s no hope of catching him–“Not with that 20-pound accordion I’m carrying around today–I wonder why!” Jeremy soliloquizes.
Please just send your prayers. I am too sick to post anything.
Will try tomorrow.
God bless everybody.
Patty
Today I spent quite a bit of time watching a documentary about homeless women who are living in their cars. It’s far more common than one would think. 
Quite a few of them are employed. It was an eye-opener. I already knew that the fastest-growing demographic of the homeless are older women. There is a real problem with homelessness in this country (as in other places, also, but I’m more concerned about the United States.) There is a huge underserved market in real estate. If I did not have this apartment, there is no way I could live in this town. A one bedroom apartment in one of the newer buildings downtown starts at over $3ooo. per month. All of the new houses being built here have 5 bedrooms. There’s a real need for more modest housing and it’s just not out there.
Then I came across the weather stories from yesterday.
I was floored. There was nothing here but some rain and some distant thunder. When I saw the news story about the tornado and the piles of hail (so much that it looked like snow) I couldn’t believe it.
We escaped again.
The second clip about the weather–you just have to hit the Watch on YouTube icon and it will come up.
Gray and rainy today and it’s going to get very cold.
Have a good night, all.
See you tomorrow.
God bless everybody.
Patty
Click on the “watch on YouTube and you’ll see it
There was nothing going on by me other than a little rain.