I was out walking Lola this morning and noticed my neighbor has daffodils coming up. Last weekend the weather was so fair we were running around without even wearing light jackets.
Today, winter has returned and we are dealing with temps in the 40's. I know the daffodils are going to freeze, but it is what it is. That happens every winter here in Georgia.
I still don't want to live anywhere else.
Walking Lola down the street, in the sunshine, breathing fresh air, is still a pleasure.
My temp job is over so I am back to puttering around the house, writing, and jobhunting.
Michael worked last night, and didn't get home until after midnight. I worry about him delivering food, especially after reading this article about a local man carjacked while trying to deliver pizza. It's a scary world out there. Michael says a lot of the local apartment complexes are very confusing, and sometimes scary, even the nice ones.
Every night before he goes to work I say a special prayer for his safety. He's smart, strong, and resourceful but I think divine intervention is always appropriate.
I am reading Unbroken. Wow, what a harrowing story. I want to see the movie, but.... I don't want to see it. It's hard enough to read about the POW camps in the Pacific. It's more fascinating because it's a true story.
I often watch CBS on Sunday morning, and I remember seeing the story below and being fascinated by it. He's right about forgiveness. It's the most therapeutic thing you can do, but also one of the hardest things. What an amazing man.
