My attempts to get warm are not going well. I have just killed a hotwater bottle - Mum's actually. Oops. The wretched thing leaked. All over my couch. Snarl. It is now in the bin, and the cloud is wet. And then I overcooked the wheatbag in the microwave, so the whole house now smells like burnt popcorn. Evil.
Maybe that mountain is in the Arctic. Or Antarctic.
I am going to bed.
Sleep well, Linds.
ReplyDeleteYou deserve a good night's sleep. Rest well.
ReplyDeleteSometimes a hot bath does wonders for me.
ReplyDeleteHope you got some rest.
Oh my! I'm sorry but that is just too funny. At least you microwave still works (I'll take that back immediately).
ReplyDeleteBed sounds like the perfect solution Linds. The verse about the Lord's mercies being new every morning just popped into my little brain. I pray tomorrow will be brighter!
ReplyDeleteOH, my goodness. What can I say?
ReplyDeleteAs for the previous post about you on top of the mountain - I liked what Pea found, and believe that you will someday be at the top of that mountain with your eyes outstretched in thanksgiving to God, who created the mountains and carries us through the valleys!
Or - it could mean you need to come to Colorado to visit me! Hmmm. How can we work that out with that blasted knee injury??