Mom got out of jail!

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Covid jail.  They had her, and the others with covid, in isolation.  I caught her just as she was getting to her room.  She got a lot of hugs on her return.  Quite good news.  She is pleased as punch.  Her lunch arrived, so it was time to go.

They have been having nights in the 50s and  60s, days in the 90s.  Pretty much what we usually have.  And we discussed the flooding, at Yellowstone.  She had heard of it.  Keeps up.  Reminded me, to a degree, of the flooding near Estes Park, in Colorado.  We were in that canyon, the day before.  Couldn't find a place to stay, though, they were all booked up.

I think the place we had been hoping to stay was gone.  Or... that's how the story goes.  Sometimes mom gets it right, sometimes... she stretches... sometimes I do.  But... that is as best as I remember it.  And, actually, I really do think the place I remember did look like the pics of a place that was destroyed.  Some days bad luck is very good luck?  Then again, dying young, healthy, innocent... has... it's place?

Blood sugar is back down a bit, to 117.  I should be finished with food for the day.  A bit of water would be good.  It is up to 68 outside and inside, so quite nice, really.  Just about bedtime.  Waiting for the delivery of the parts and fluid to work on the lift-jack.  I won't do that today, but... I would like to get the package in.

It might be tough, difficult, sleepy, weary, tiring.  I am behind, lame, discombobulated, and such.  Still, as with my mom, and many of you, and others, in whatever state we find ourselves, I... am glad for the opportunity.  I'll keep trying, keep at it, or enjoy the rest until I can get to it.  I don't have to be happy about any of it, but, to be honest, I... am.

That which breaks my balls, makes me stronger... or weakens or humbles me as necessary.  Successes are some of the little I have to offer God.  They are His, anyway.  I'm not surrendering that which is mine.  If I am too sleepy, and must rest?  Who doesn't enjoy rest, when needed?  I... might not be able to win, not here, in this world.  But I don't have to lose.  Fact?  I can't lose, if the hope offered me, faith entrusted to me, and charity living in me are simply allowed, tended as possible.  I might not get lucky enough to be a martyr, but in some small ways, we all are every day.  This world tries to take it away, everything, constantly.  Odd that.  I think the death by a thousand thousand cuts is worse than some of the quicker ways, seen in the correct light.  But, it's all good.  Amen.