Somehow, it's Friday night again. Some weeks I wonder how that happened and this is one. Advance notice: Next week may be a pre-written scheduled entry that pops up, or it may not happen until Monday. I'll be in Chicago camping in a pink tent on Friday night, one day into my 5th 3-Day walk. Other than not having any walking teammates I'm looking forward to it (schedules have been a bear this year, but thank goodness my crew teammates and stalker friends have hung in there).
Today I am trusting that the next couple of days will be less draining than the last couple of days have been. By the time I got home tonight, I was simply done. I'm hoping that a good night's sleep will serve to remedy at least part of that. Busy service + sick dog have made for an interesting couple of weeks.
Today I am grateful for my friends who seem to love my dog as much as I do...or who love me dearly and know how much I love Kita-dog. There are simply no words for how much I appreciate everyone's genuine concern while she's been sick and their celebration with me as she's gotten better. This whole episode has also served to remind me how incredibly blessed I am that she and I ended up belonging to each other.
Today I am inspired by an Ann Lamott quote that I've loved for a long time, but that popped back up on my radar screen today. "Hope is not about proving anything. It's about believing this one thing, that love is bigger than any grim, bleak shit that anyone can throw at us." Indeed, it is.
Now listening: Patty Griffin "Wild Old Dog"
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