the demon that decided to start torturing Jennifer Saturday morning gains a new companion to help him (or her; decide which is less sexist and go with the image) after each night of semi-sleep. This morning was the worst yet, though once Jennifer was finally able to start walking around the dinner table a few slow laps, she seemed to shake them enough to be merely handicapped by the pain. I think an excruciatious curse would be a pleasant distraction for her right now.

Someone local who reads this blog apparantly thinks I don’t whine enough so he encouraged me yesterday morning at Church with a six-pack gift of Guinness Stout. That, readers, was a true gift of the Spirit; a blessing of the new covenant, and a token of the resurrection amid death. A hearty thanks goes out to our comforter.

Of course, I am aware that there are probably many people out there for whom the life we’ve had since Saturday is the norm, not some sudden dip in quality. So I hope my writing about it won’t be taken as some claim of entitlement to any suffering championship league memberships out there. We are strictly amateur, and I’ll happily not compete.

More thanks, btw, go out to the nurse who gave Jennifer free therapy afternoon.  That was appropriate Sabbath work in the truest sense!

I was supposed to be out all day, but there is no way I can leave Jennifer with our one toddler. And I wouldn’t have returned in time to get the kids from school. And someone needs to drive Jenn to an excorcist chiropractor today (we got a recommendation from other friends at church).

In unimportant news, I have only one dose left of daytime cold medicine but probably won’t need to buy more. While I didn’t fill my bathtub with liquid vitamin C and drown myself, I did start swallowing a 1000mg pill whenever I thought of it [I just got up and took one now with the last swallow of the free McDonald’s Monday-morning coffee (If anyone knows the name of the marketing guru who thought that up, someone needs to bribe him to make it a permanant Monday morning practices–and to extend it to all other times of day; and all other days of the week)]. So maybe that helped. I can’t be absolutely sure, but my system did a turn around right after I began taking it.

So it is Jennifer in agony, me coughing up grey-green phlegm, and Charis the saintly center of her universe and, according to her demands, ours.