Stella and I are awash in cold virus nastiness, and Rick ate something that made his mouth and tongue angry. A plumber is coming in tomorrow to fix both shower knobs - one is broken and hardly lets any hot water through to fill the tub, which doesn't fill because the plug is leaking, and the other won't quite stop dripping. There are lots of things to be annoyed about but, at the end of this month of blogging and daily posts of thanksgiving on Facebook, I know that am still so very blessed. My problems are primarily first world in nature. I have family and friends who love me. I have the promise of eternal life because of the love of a Father who will never give up on me. In the end it's all going to be OK.