Too Much Perfection?

This week has been at least three weeks long. Like Ground Hog Day, it has resisted coming to a close. But now as the sun sets on a Friday, I can finally say it. Thank fuck it is Friday!

The week started out, as many of you know, with news that a friend's husband is dying of a brain tumor. My heart breaks for them. I wish I could conjure up a miracle and take it all away from that beautiful family. The one bright shining star of hope is the amazing people that I call friends that have converged together to pray and help this family.

Shortly after that grim news, my DH was involved in trying to save a man from a single car accident. DH spent twenty minutes trying to get the fire in the engine under control, all the while waiting for the emergency crew to crawl to the scene. By they time they meandered in, the man had been burned to the point it took until today to positively identify his remains. Rest easy, though, dear reader. Even though the rescue units did not arrive in time to be of any damned help, they did get most of the squad and also an unneeded helicopter on the scene just in time for the news crews to arrive -- because who needs to save a life when putting on a show is so much more important.

Fast forward to the wee hours of this morning, where my mother had to call 911 (which, fortunately, arrived on the scene a touch quicker this time) because my father was unresponsive. When paramedics arrived, his blood sugar was 34. *sigh* Fortunately, they were able to administer IVs and he did not need to go to the hospital. Or if he did, he refused it anyways. Nevertheless, he is okay now.

There's more to my week, but that's all I'm up to talking about. Oh, and DH still hasn't found work. That fact continues to hang over our heads like a giant cloud of doom and doubt.



But, by damned, it is Friday!