Mercy

I knew I shouldn't have written that last post. I just knew it. DH read it around 3:40 p.m., called his friends and cancelled. (Sidenote: This was after I'd cleaned the house and gone to the grocery store to buy the food for dinner--in essence, everything that was any cause of stress.) But anyway, I was still relieved. I was just tired. Really tired. It was a very merciful thing for him to do. And I was able to rest. I slept until 8:50 this morning, until he delivered one of the best mugs of coffee ever to our bedside. Sometimes to love is simply to show compassion for the world-weary. Thank you.