Well, apparently I didn’t send an email last Sunday.

I believed I did. When Claire texted, asking if she had missed it, I replied it had gone out and that I’d check the system to see why she hadn’t gotten it. But she hadn’t gotten it because there was nothing to get.

I make sure everything is ready for Sunday’s post on Friday, and the Friday before last Sunday, mom’s senior center called early that morning to say they found her sitting on the floor, not sure how she had gotten there.

Discombobulated. Yes, mom, but me, too.

I’m going to extend myself the grace I know you are extending to me. This is all there is this week. I’m going to take a walk outside. I’m going to give myself some space to combobulate.

Chewing the Cud of Good

Thankful for grace.