There comes a time when a man knows it’s time to put on his work boots, roll up his sleeves and get to work.
What’s gotta get done, has gotta get done, pleasant or not.
There’s no real rest until the work is complete.
But after it’s done… then that rest is sweet and good.
Talk about nebulous and vague, not to mention obscure and unclear!
When, O Mighty Karnak will you reveal the issue here?
Perhaps I need to hold an envelope to my forehead.
Best wishes and the occasional prayer or two.
(MD) As I’d said in the post I link to in this one, there are some things that can’t be written about. So there won’t be any revelations here. At least, not in this century. Suffice it to say… if I seem quiet, there’s a good reason for it. And this too shall pass.
Do you feel a little better after sort of writing about it? I hope so. I hope it passes quickly. Take care of yourself.
(MD) Writing always helps… and drawing helps too. It’ll pass quickly, once it does come to pass. Like tearing duct tape off a hairy arm.
Feel free to call me. I work until 7 cdt tonight and I’m off tomorrow. If I can offer you nothing else, you can have my ear.
(MD) Thank you – in your new position you’ll need to get used to a lot of people bending your ear, that’s for sure. More than the ear, though, we can use prayer.
This is why it is best to do the hard work first so that it doesn’t grow and crawl out from under the carpet. XOXO
(Hubby) Yes. Avoiding it only lets it fester and get really stinky.
I’m keeping your family in my thoughts.