It is currently raining cats and goats here and I am snuggled up in my cozy cozy bed after a "Monday." In honor of day 22 and because it is always the answer to my woes, I attempted to bake a chocolate pound cake like my aunt kay makes. It didn't turn out quite the same but I did have a really good time making it and unwinding from my day.
We are all on "full alert" here as Tropical Storm Chantal makes her way towards us. River watchers at post, sand bags, making sure we have enough milk, yada yada. We are supposed to get it sometime late Wednesday but its a fast mover so should not last too long.
I got another goodbye note today from one of the kids....seriously if you think about it between now and a while from now, I would covet your prayers. Not sure how I am going to leave this place, these people, my babies and in the same breathe cannot wait to see my friends and family and EAT.
Oh and this is awesome, yesterday my generous pregnant friend shared her pickle stash with me. Oh my heavens, talk about things that make you feel like you can run the race and finish it. I have not had a pickle in I don't even know how long and these were life changing. I love pickles.
That was day 22. 3 weeks from tomorrow. Super weird. Jesus is Lord.
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