Writing...

I wrote in my book today for the first time in months. Yes, it's been that long, *hangs head in shame.* And like an old friend that I've neglected for too long, it wasn't very happy with me and punished my by not cooperating. The words refused to come smoothly and each made their way onto the page, (computer screen, really,) with difficulty. I suppose I deserved it. Even so, I was able to write a full page. It doesn't sound like much, I know, but I was still proud of myself at the end of it.

Life has been decidedly better the last two weeks. Especially since Dad started working at Red Elephant. Dominos was just not working out. The atmosphere was bad, the pay was horrible, and Dad absolutely hated it. So when he was approached about a position at Red Elephant, he jumped at the chance! The people are nice, the 80s music is great, and the pay is actually worth the work. What a novel idea!

The chances for keeping our house are hopeful at this point. I can't tell you what a difference it has made in my day to day life. Just knowing that it's possible is so encouraging. Sigh.

So instead of being a downward spiral, life seems to be looking up. Thank you, God!