No day is just another day, if you think about it.  For example, last Thursday a very good friend died, suddenly.  Coincidentally, since Thursday, I’ve been steadily getting sicker.  I guess if you compare the two, I could have it a lot worse.  It’s all relative.

Meanwhile, it’s been raining on and off for days.  More like flooding, for some folks.  My friend who died would have been saddened to witness our beloved historic Ellicott City, MD once again being devastated by flooding, barely two years after the last catastrophic flood wiped it out.  They had just about rebuilt it.  I guess that was a small mercy for her.

Here, the rain started conveniently right after I planted all the trees, and then got too sick to go out and water them.  So that works out.  I can watch all my flowers, veggies, and trees busting out, while  coughing my heart out.  When I think of my poor son valiantly juggling sick and restless kids while trying to work, with little respite or sleep, it puts my small troubles in perspective.  He never gets to rest and recover.