It did indeed rain last night, probably a little less than an inch but enough to smell heavenly, to sound like life as it should be. Things are standing straighter and fuller today.
We are all grateful.
I just looked at my weather widget and I don't see any more rain coming for over a week but according to the forecast, next Thursday may see lows in the high thirties which is quite unusual for October. Not unheard of. But unusual. Of course a forecast that far out is apt to be wrong so we shall see.
Y'all are just going to have to be patient with me for a little while. Anxiety is kicking my butt again but it's completely explainable for now and that does help. I'm sure part of it is because Mr. Moon is about to leave and the rest of life can be blamed for the rest. To make his leave-taking even harder, it would appear that he got bit by some sort of venomous critter, possibly in the deer stand over at Lily's house the other evening. That evening he showed me three distinct little bumps that we both thought were possibly ant bites but yesterday the area around them began to swell and turn red. He has a genetic disposition towards terrible circulation in his legs (long way from heart to feet in that man) and we are as wary of anything that breaks the skin or causes an infection in his feet and ankles as a diabetic would be. So we immediately began soaking his foot and ankle in warm water and epson salts. It takes the canning kettle to get his entire foot in. He went to the doctor this morning and he said it looks to him like brown recluse spider bites which it well could have been. He told him to continue the soaking and put him on an antibiotic.
So at least I know that has been dealt with the best we could.
He also got his new covid booster yesterday before his trip and has felt rather tired and achy today.
But all of this has only added to my worry which I know is completely ridiculous. When I made the bed this morning, I made sure that Dorothy Anne and Emily were happily sitting up and watching the world and Jack came and laid down in front of them. I know that he is NOT trying to protect them. He sleeps on the bed no matter what, most nights and parts of every day. But somehow, seeing him there was a comfort, as if he was symbolic of a familiar who watches over babies and again, that soothed me.
Today was pick-up-Levon-and-August day and after I got Levon from his preschool, we met Lily for a catch-up lunch. She showed me all the pictures from Las Vegas and it does look like they had a terrific time. She and Lauren got a little bit of adult time when they attended a drag-queen brunch event which sounded like a whole lot of fun. They also did the Hoover Dam thing and took the kids to an amazing toy store. I think, however, they are glad to be home.
These are the people who will vote for the poop of pond scum we call Trump should he choose to run again.
I am so over all of this shit. And it adds a constant thrum of fear that flows in my veins along with everything else, creating this discordant buzz of anxiety.