Beloved–
It’s Wednesday on Friday.
Sunday night I tripped over the dog (my fault); fell against the corner of the chest of drawers (OUCH). By Wednesday morning I was in real discomfort (I’m allergic to most pain meds). This brought out the family hand wringing because I had refused to go to the ER. I knew I hadn’t broken anything and only time was needed for healing; but to make everybody feel better I agreed to go to the hospital. The doctor diagnosed me with nothing broken but that I had a bruised lower back muscle that would take time (3-6 weeks) to heal. Told you so!
Today, Friday, I am in minimal discomfort and back to praying for somebody other than myself, you especially.
Luv Ya!