The day is cold, and dark, and dreary
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I read on someone’s blog (forgive me, I read a million this morning and I can’t remember) the serenity prayer. I needed to hear it today. It’s almost half way through the day, it’s boiling hot and I had to venture out to talk to legal people about legal stuff.
I kept the CHIN UP and just counted the blessings as I went along.

1. I have a car to get me where I am going.
2. I have air conditioner in the van.
3. Where ever I end up, I will get help and answers.
4. Karma. Karma will come back and kick someone’s ass for this.
5. Shaun will walk through that door at 4:37 like he does everyday.
6. Bo will win American Idol tonight.

The mistakes I made years ago in that attorney’s office…wash. I have someone that is going to come home to me tonight, kiss me on the forehead, talk to my kids, put together a scavenger hunt that can’t be beat and at night he’s going to be laying there looking at my raggity ass self and say I am beautiful and he loves me.

The ex. He doesn’t.

I mean, yeah…Shaun did kiss the ex on the forehead and tell him he was beautiful that ONE time, but both of them were really drunk.