Morning all, hope you are well. I have assimilated my coffee, taken my medications, and solved all the universe’s problems so far today. That’s bull pocky and you know it.
I’ve taken my meds and drank some coffee medicinally.
The Husband and I have agreed to study the Bible together. This means that I, of one denomination, and him, of a chaos denomination will be studying. I am doing this, perhaps in protest, not because I am an angel or a saint. I’m doing this because he cares about it.
This morning, he’s as anxious as I was on Friday. He’s scared about my seeing a therapist. I’m scared about my seeing a therapist. Something she said yesterday is spurring on this change. It echoes something my sponsor said to me. I have a problem with consistency.
So, since the source of all my problems Exists Between the Keyboard and Chair, I need to work on my relationship with my Husband. It’s the one most fraught with conflict. He is interested in Biblical scholarship. I actually am too, I just…
Okay the prophesy stuff gives me the heebie jeebies. He’s interested in that crap.
I better get back to work. Gentle hugs. -L