Creating my future, one miracle at a time

Mark gave me some sort of virus last week, and I was really bad last Friday.  I thought I was getting better, but today I woke up with it back almost full force.  I have been just "wiped" all day today.  And I couldn't rest, because I had to go out to PT, and then a mammogram and ultrasound (my breasts are really lumpy with cysts, and that plus the reduction surgery make me really hard to read) then I had to meet Thomas out at a friend homeschooler's house for Archery.  At least Mark was home and could take Thomas out to C's house so I didn't have to drag him to the MMG, or worry about rushing so we wouldn't be late, or how I would fit food for him into that schedule.  I stayed out at C's for a while after talking (she's a new homeschooler, and that's part of my "mission" I guess you'd call it, being on the school board and a 10 year veteran,  to be there and answer questions and offer support). And it was a pleasant day, perfect for being outside and watching kids shoot arrows.  Slightly cloudy, but not raining, so a little cooler than usual.  Still, by the time I did all that, I was truly not lucid.  I came home and ate and passed out on the couch.  And I never take naps.  And it didn't really work.  I'm still just icky.  Probably go to bed early. 

And Thomas and I are all on our own this weekend.  Mark is in TN, just outside Chattanooga for the annual Fall TAG Cave-in.  It's a big camp out and cave thing organized by an Atlanta Grotto (TAG is TN, AL, GA).  He'll have a great time.  I'd rather have a root canal.  And it's not a weekend Mat is supposed to come home.