Wow. That was a doozy. I’m still hacking and coughing, but my head doesn’t feel like an overblown balloon anymore, so there’s that.

Abby fell on her face while playing outside- and I mean really, she used her face, from her forehead, down her nose, to her upper lip, as a landing pad. It’s one big, red scab. We’ve been giving her lots of warm baths and keeping her lubed up with Neosporin- cause you know there’s nothing an almost-two-year-old likes better than having her nose tended.

Planning on painting some more in the coming week. Thanks to those of you who’ve contacted me for consigned pieces- I can’t tell you how much that’s appreciated There should be more for Etsy soon, too.

We missed the storehouse this week- my food order is sitting right here on my desk, but actually getting down there on either Wednesday or Thursday just completely confounded me. Oh well, thank goodness for WIC- we have milk, cheese and eggs at least! Those WIC people are just the nicest folks on the planet.

I still feel weird though. If you just look at us- it seems ridiculous that we would need aid. We live in a very nice house in a very nice neighborhood. We drive decent cars, I have an almost embarrassingly large ring on my hand, my kids are well-dressed- and yet, there I am, with my WIC coupons in line at the market. The irony does not escape me.

It certainly gives me compassion, patience, love and lack of judgement next time I’m in line behind someone using their coupons. Especially love. Because, man, you just never know. It doesn’t matter at all how things look. You never know. If I take anything else away from this experience, that alone is worth the trial.

Nothing concrete in the job market yet- but we’re still OK.