It’s been one of those 24-hour periods, when I question why such horrible things happen to good people.
In the last day, I’ve been party to three terrible health issues involving people I love: one with a terrible seizure, a friend going through a cancer scare and having to wait forever for test results, and just this morning, my own son being hurt on the job. It’s enough to make you want to slap somebody.
And all this time, murderers, child molesters and rapists sit in prisons, healthy as horses. Not fair.
I don’t mean to be snarky this morning, as many murderers, child molesters and rapists are God’s children too, and probably have people who love them. But the inequity of it just infuriates me sometimes.
Many worries trouble my reptilian mind this morning, fiends. I hope things improve as the day wears on.
And speaking of today — much to do before the Js arrive. (Hannah is waiting for word on which ER Seamus will be taken to; looks like it might be a broken ankle.)
Updates as I get them — thanks for reading my rather whiny ramblings this day.