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"I believe in God like I believe in the sun, not because I can see it, but because of it, all things are seen." - C. S. Lewis

some of those wildflowers I was talking about... from a happier time

Grocery shopping and stopping for pet food were the highlights of my morning. My mother babysat Henry while I was out of town and she had to leave this afternoon. I have been working (again) on this RFP follow-up and more or less have remained busy. All was well until I stumbled across a love note EL had written me a year ago and hid on my computer to find later. I am fairly certain I did find it at some point, but the impact of reading it was as if it were the first time. I haven't been able to stop crying. We all take life for granted until it's gone... even those that say they don't. A young man, barely 27, that works for one of the clients I visited yesterday, is in critical condition today after 16 hours of surgery to transplant both his lungs that were failing from cystic fibrosis. He has gone through over 100 units of blood and his heart has stopped many times over the last 24 hours, but they have always managed to resuscitate. I am terrified of needles. I shutter at the thought of them much less the thought of voluntarily sticking myself with one, but if I didn't have company flying into town in about 2 hours, I would be on my way to San Antonio to donate my as much blood as they will take without forcing me away. I feel for him and his wife. I know pain better today than I ever could have imagined I would in my worst nightmare. Please say a small prayer for him if you are so inclined. I don't even know this man, but I will appreciate it. So the company coming in... Jason. He and I have known each other for around 15 years. We first met in the Navy, but have remained close ever since. He lives in LA (or the greater metro area) and somehow manages to stomach the geographic misfortune. Speaking of stomachs, I'm taking him for MeatCake™ tonight. Mmmmmmmmn... the 7 finger pork chop. The soft plan is to attend the Renaissance Festival tomorrow during the day and hit the Improv comedy club in the evening. I'd hate to make him sit around the house watching me be miserable. I have not been to the Texas Ren Faire (or any other for that matter) since the 9th annual festival. This year marks the 30th anniversary of the event in Texas. I guess once every 21 years isn't overdoing the frequency, eh? I'll try to take a couple of photos.

my heart

Time is not kind to the suffering.