Me. Weak posts. Weak ideas. Weak quads. Weak abs.
Weak fantasies about crawling out to the prairie and living under a rock somewhere. Even the rusty trailer home seems like too much hassle.
If you want a smallish dose of Catholicness today, read this article in the Times. I was shocked, shocked I tell you, that the article actually mentions one of my ex-boyfriends by name. Yes, one of my ex-make-out friends is named in this article and I am shocked, I tell you, shocked, that in a former life I was the sort of person who would date this person - and that this person would find me spiritually or in any other way... attractive. (We are still friends. He thinks it's hilarious that we made it past date two, also).
I do not even know how to feel about that.
I know how to feel about other things, one of which is that my dad's leg amputation surgery seemed like it went well but is now not going very well. The stump is not healing, and we have no other cards to play.
But you know what else? We have been optionless before this - more than once.
So we wait. (I am going to think real hard rather than praying, since that approach seems to get better results for me. If you, on other hand, find yourself light on subject matter for intercessory praying (or thinking real hard) then please and thank you.