So Life has thrown a curve ball and it’s especially difficult at Christmas time. As we try to get ready for the Season, seems twice as poignant. Perhaps He knows and it frustrates Him, also.

Last night we totally “did” the master bedroom – polished til it gleamed. A mirror has graced the floor for several years – I wanted it hung. He seemed “so good” – I mentioned the mirror. “No problem” as he headed to the kitchen for his drill, opening cabinet doors.

“Why did I come out here – what was I looking for?”

“A mug, Hon.”

I couldn’t tell him.