Well, it was supposed to be a nice day. But then the computer threw some new problems at me, and then the Fedex man came with a 20-pound package and laid it right on top of Patty’s monarda plant instead of putting it in the foyer–crushing the plant, of course.
She has been nurturing that plant lovingly and carefully, and to have it crushed by some careless lout of a delivery man really gets her down. Makes me pretty mad, too! We don’t ask for much, we have taught ourselves to be content with little things, and this was just not right–no excuse for it.
If it’s not unseemly to do so, I ask for your prayers for this poor plant, that God will cause it to recover. In Jesus’ name, amen. But of course the prayer is really for my wife.
Not much luck with working on my book today, so far.
P.S.–And the beat goes on. After supper, Patty lay down for a nap and got her hand sliced open by a stupid cat jumping onto the bed. It’s not even safe for us to be in bed today.