I got up Monday morning fairly early (6:30-ish OMG) after a slightly fitful night’s sleep. But that’s okay because I actually slept in my own bed – let me repeat that I slept in my own bed. I have slept on the couch since January 14th, the day that will remain in my brain forever as the day God ripped out my arm and beat me with it for some reason. Okay, I can’t really blame God for my accident, but c’mon isn’t He the one responsible for making the ice which caused my accident? Hmmm? You know I’m right.
Anyway…Sunday night Devoted Spouse surrounded me with tons of pillows and my new body pillow (that will be another posting…what a divine idea a body pillow is). I was swaddled by pillows so I was not in any danger of rolling over onto my damaged shoulder. Oh sweet merciful heavens it felt good to be in my own bed. EmmaLou joined me for awhile but all the pillows kinda freaked her out and she left to go join Devoted Spouse who had taken up residence temporarily in the guest room.
I’m getting to the point, honestly.
So, I got up on this glorious Monday morning, thanked God for another day, and padded downstairs to make the coffee. Devoted Spouse and EmmaLou had just come back inside from their neighborhood jaunt (EmmaLou likes to check peemail) and DS joined me in the kitchen. He stood there patiently while I reached down to the cabinet (a lazy susan one) which holds the coffee, coffee grinder, tupperware container of dog kibble, and assorted kitchen tools). I calmly scooped out a measuring cup of dog kibble and dropped it into the French Press coffee pot. Devoted Spouse almost lost his bladder. I couldn’t believe I did that — I truly wanted to get scoops of coffee out of the coffee grinder — why I reached for the dog kibble is beyond me.
Apparently God is just having lots of fun at my expense – I am truly grateful to Him for my healing but I wish he would knock off the practical jokes!