Thursday at the Cole's

I had NO sleep last night. None, nada. Zilch. I've been fighting a cold/cough, thought I was winning the other day. Yesterday, in spite of my plans to go do something for myself, I spent the day in bed hacking, wheezing, and sniffing again. I managed to scrape it together to go to dinner to celebrate my 19 year sobriety birthday ( YAY ME!!!) with the hubby. He never ceases to amaze me, and surprised me with this beautiful bracelet with red heart and crystal charms. Anyhow, we went to dinner, then to Target for some more potent cold medicine (the other stuff obviously wasn't doing the trick). Well I'm wide awake... all night. I tried to go back to bed when David was getting ready for work, that didn't happen. I tossed and I turned. Then I decided to get up and do the laundry. Might as well. Besides, it will be done and if I pass out later this afternoon, no biggie, laundry is done, house is clean (well for the most part). I still have to clean our bathroom this week. It's going to be a busy weekend. Sadly, we lost a dear brother in Christ in our Emmaus/Chrysalis faith community two weeks ago. Almost 40 years old, and he died in his sleep. It was a shock to us all. I found out at my Joy Retreat. It was bittersweet that weekend. Anyhow, we have his celebration of life to attend out of town, then church on Sunday. Suffice to say, I'd better be better by Saturday morning or I'm not going to be happy. Sigh. Oh yeah, and I've got family drama up the ying yang going on in FL. I'm not at liberty to share details, but it really sucker punched me last Sunday when I talked to my mother. I just know this, I can put it in God's hands through prayer and know that all is going to be well. Faith is a wonderful thing.