I like Abby the best. It’s not even close, really. It’s not that I don’t like people, I do. I even love some people, I love them a whole lot and I treasure their place in my life. But Abby? That’s a horse of a different color. 

After a tough day like today, which I won’t get into the specifics of but it ranged from the very serious to the not very serious but incredibly irritating. I spend some time praying, and I spent a lot of time on hold. I think that about captures the spirit of the day. 

Prayer and hold music. 
Hold music & prayer. 

There’s a band name in there somewhere and I hope they play loud. 

Bad days have ways of stacking themselves. Their weight just hangs on itself with a bizarre building certainty. One thing goes wrong, then another. Bad news leads to stubbed toes.

But bad days are moments of learning, sometimes immense learning. Usually a bad day on the homestead is mostly bad for one of us, today was bad for both of us. Not all bad days have been one-sided, but most of them have. It has been a lovely departure from that trend to get to help one another and support one another. I think we learned more about ourselves today thant we have for a while. 

Squeezing the goodness out of difficult things isn’t pretty, but it is necessary if you’re going to live here on Earth. The Kingdom of Heaven this ain’t, not yet.