The moon is trying to kill me.

Ok, that’s a bit dramatic.

The moon refuses to let me sleep.

What else can I blame on the moon? I spilled another glass of water this morning. I say another, because I also spilled one Sunday morning. I make myself so mad. Really, I should be thankful it’s merely water and not something sticky. I mean, I spilled coffee today, too, but not much. Just a little as I poured it from the pot.

To address yesterday’s post: thank you to those who read my prayer requests. Lisa, Mike, & Squirt have all come to terms with the loss. Their healing agent is going to be a mixed brood of chickens! I’m very excited. I hope to have one of the Polish ones named after me. I told them this is what they should have started with in the beginning, instead of 15 goats and two donkeys. I feel like peafowl are the next logical acquisition.

David’s papaw is also doing well, at last check. And so is David. So thank you for the prayers for him and his family, as well. When you wrap someone up in prayer, I can assure you, it is felt.

I had a few phone calls today to tug on my heart. My truest friends love me in spite of my honesty, and sometimes because of it. One friend lost her dad in a sudden fashion. She was calling me while she worked on a eulogy of sorts. She knew I would shoot straight and tell her if it was over the top or just out of line. Yes, I will. Another friend called me to talk me through a glitch in my matrix but we ended up leaning on each other as he got some unexpected news, as well. It’s hard to be a cheerleader all the time, but it’s called rallying for a reason. It’s nice to know people care and that people value my opinion.

Life can really kick you in the teeth and January is just tough anyway. All the sparkles and glitter packed away and good cheer is in short supply after digging out of a snow and ice storm that lasted one full week. I’m not telling you anything. Next year maybe I’ll be on vacation in some tropic isle with all this a very distant memory.

I wanted to tackle a new subject for tonight as sent to me by the notorious Barry the Chigger, but my bed beckons. Perhaps tomorrow when my eyeballs don’t feel like sandpaper. I also think Chester might have a little input.

A little love from Appalachia is all I can muster,

~Amy