Well, now Peep’s sick, too, so I’ve got to bring her in tomorrow morning. Robbie needs her stitches removed, plus her breathing doesn’t sound at all well to me, so I have to take her in this evening instead of having my nap.
And my wife is sick.
I can’t say I feel quite the ticket, either. Maybe it’s incessant stress and agita.
So please, please, continue to pray for us; and don’t forget our dear friend and sister, Phoebe: she needs our prayers, too. She’s sick, too.
And do I exaggerate if I say the nations of this fallen world are at this time seriously ill–and not just with COVID?
God help us all; Jesu defend us.