I’ve been super scatterbrained lately.
I went to the mailbox last night for the first time in about a week. I tend to forget about mail. Snail mail, email, whatever, all of it. It was stuffed, but half of it was junk, so I still don’t count this as notable.
This morning, I was just driving along, thinking about Cookeville, and all the differences citizens have in their commute today. That is, if they’re even able to go to work. And I put my turn signal on to go around the curve at Indian Warpath 🤦
A few minutes ago, I’m washing my hands and I’m looking in the mirror above the sink. My face looks different. Something isn’t right. I realize I’m not wearing eyeliner. More than that, I’m not wearing mascara. For a redhead to be without mascara…well, the term “pig-eyed” comes to mind.
Now I’m trying to decide how vain I am, if I’m going to run to Walgreens to get a tube of cheap-o, because I have a new Clinique one at home.
I’m pretty vain, but I don’t want to go to Walgreens. And who knows what might happen to me if I vary my routine today. I’m crazy enough already.
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If anybody needs somebody to pray for, the list I have just keeps growing. Two friends have lost close family (a dad and a brother) in the past week, friends of my bestie have had significant house and business damage due to the tornados, the family of the DC in our neighboring county lost their homes and vehicles in the tornado event, three employees of the library are caring for next of kin that are battling serious health concerns, and another friend has a grandbaby that’s been at Vanderbilt Children’s hospital for a month now with a heart condition. She’s had a very rough go but seems to be on the mend.
Yes, this is what insurance is for. But for anybody that’s ever had to deal with an insurance claim, you know exactly how helpful and quick they work to get you back on your feet. 🙄 I just can’t imagine any of these problems. People say all the time in conversation, “oh, to go back to {insert Glory days here} …”
No. Not me. I’ve scratched and clawed and suffered and rejoiced and hoped and begged and prayed to get me this far. I wouldn’t go back for a day of any of it. Press on. And go down swingin’.

Love from Appalachia,

~Amy