Core Dump

Garden of Gethsemane
Last night my husband prayed over me and our marriage for 45 minutes, out loud. He probably would have continued pouring his heart out if I hadn’t ... umm, snored. It’s funny and not at the same time. The Garden of Gethsemane came to us at the same time, but I am sorry, midnight comes around and I am usually out. Unless I have something that totally captivates my attention. And he had my attention and I was praying silently (if the prayer of a righteous man availeth much, what about the prayer of an unrepentant sinner?) and everything was copacetic till I put my head on his lap. About 5 minutes later I was probably out. Something about being still, let alone lying down. So he stopped, woke me up, I looked at the clock and told him how long he had been praying. He was surprised too. And still desired to pray more. I had to, sadly, tell him to stop pushing. My heart is hard enough. Sometimes I can feel it getting harder. I’m trying to maintain some sort of twisted balance, but a balance that won’t push me over to hating and resenting him.

Dinner Date
A friend had a dinner date last night. Sort of a blind date. I am dying to know how it went. But he doesn’t kiss and tell. Not many gentlemen like that around these days. And who have such nosy friends as me. Sigh maybe I will find out later.

Random Stuff
Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain. It’s pouring and the sky is almost black, the house is cold, but Joy is laying on my lap watching George Shrinks as I write this. Yes, my lap is crowded. I’m planning on doing Christmas cookies, and shortbread, and maybe fudge and blondies if I can get off my ass. I have not much motivation. Lots of great ideas, no desire to implement them. Grrr, Josh left the front door open. And darnit, my computer has frozen and required a reboot TWICE this morning!!!! It’s getting frustrating. Especially when I am actually trying to do real work. And now there seems to be a bug in our Christmas tree …

Back to trying to motivate myself ……