I say, "Holy Cow!" a lot. Sometimes I say, "Holy Mike!" and I have no idea why. Maybe I watched too much Batman and Robin as a kid - Robin was always saying, "Holy_____Batman!" you can fill in the blank. Anyway, tonight was a "Holy Cow!" kind of night and then I realized, not "cow" God. "Holy God!"
The day was ordinary enough. It was raining, I felt blah and discouraged and didn't want to be because I was meeting a friend for coffee. She cheered me up - just by her presence - and when I left the coffee shop the sun was shining. Then everything got blah again and I started to feel terrible. I mean, I thought I was going to faint, I felt so weak and sick and weird that I thought I should lay down before I fell down. Of course I didn't though because I figured it was a penalty for drinking too much coffee and I was experiencing a major crash - served me right! (all of a sudden, I'm experiencing coffee guilt). Now I think it was something else, someONE else who wanted me to just lay down, go to sleep and not meet a very special new neighbor.
I'll tell you about that tomorrow just as soon as I take my daughter to the Urgent Care clinic because it just wouldn't be a normal week in our house without a trip to Urgent Care..... 7 weeks in a row. sigh.
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