Marking Time

My energy level seems to have returned, but not my focus. Yesterday was a beautiful, sunny day with temps in the 60's and I still spent most of the day in bed, watching TV, in between out-of-bed stretches to loosen clenched muscles. The surprising part is how calm my mind is with the inactivity. I have endured a few rounds of head noise, but the out-of-bed stretches were all that I needed to calm the noise. The recurring thought is, "When the time is right, all the pieces will be there."

Sunday, after church, my church friend drove to the contractor's house with me. One the way, we cracked jokes comparing me to Grace's contractor fiasco in "Grace and Frankie." "Well. . ." I sighed, "At least my pipes are still in the walls and my house is still habitable." No one was there, so she helped me write a note to leave in the door.

The contractor made text contact yesterday, saying, "I have not forgot you. I have 6 days left in Cadiz and crew will be starting you. Sorry it is taking so long. Weather is hard right now. Have a nice day thank you for your prayers." (Part of the problem is hospice care for his wife. I had been including prayers for all in my attempts to stay informed.)

I responded, "Thank you _____. I have indeed been feeling like shit on your shoe. Please keep me informed."

The weather has, indeed, been hard for much of the 2 months he has been ignoring me, but. . . Can you let me know I haven't just thrown away a substantial deposit?

By the original plan, I would be in Texas right about now, getting some family love before heading back with my lab equipment. I can't bring it until I have someplace to put it. Hence the need for the lab building which was projected to be finished last week.

If you want to hear the cosmos laugh, tell them your plans. . .