It's definitely NOT a good day for a self-portrait on this blog. You know why? Because my eyes are red and my nose is red and when I weep I look like a total train wreck. People, you encourage me. I am overwhelmed by all the people holding up Mr. T in prayer, in good wishes, in support of him being seizure-free. By last count, I've got way more than 60 people praying for Mr. T to be part of that 60%. And a lot of you dear friends have enlisted other prayer warriors on his behalf. So thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. We feel blessed beyond measure.
In other news, Operation Self-Reliance is under way. A couple days ago I warned Team Testosterone that if I saw anything on the floor in the laundry room/mud room, I'd chuck it outside into a snow bank and when they went to get dressed to go outside, they'd find their gear all wet and cold. Last night Mr. D pulled in for supper and greeted us by asking, "Why is there a pile of jackets and snow pants in the snow by the driveway?" Looks of horror were exchanged and boys hustled for the door. They protested, but they realized I mean business. Let's see how long they can sustain this good habit...
Loaf two from the bread maker was a success and I believe I will get the hang of whipping together fresh bread. I'm not saying I'll never buy sandwich bread from the grocery store, but cutting back is a goal I can manage.
The tree is stripped of all ornaments and residing on a vegetable bed, providing shelter for the birds. My garage is providing shelter for mice as evidenced by the giant nest my auto mechanic found atop my engine block. Ugh. I'm so peeved that I have to set traps and deal with their little frozen carcasses. I sure miss Violet. That dog is worthless, all he does in the garage is dig around in the recycle bin and make a big mess. If he'd just kill a few mice, I'd respect the hairy mooch a bit more.
My computer survived infection from all kinds of malicious things--I used my extra time to rent a Rug Doctor. It's incredible how dirty the water comes off our carpets--and we're a no-shoe house. It feels good to be all spic-and-span. The extra space back in our living room since I took out the tree, the kids' toys back upstairs where they belong, a pile of old magazines in the recycling bin. Clean computer, clean carpets, clean desk drawers. Fresh starts are so invigorating, aren't they?