I don’t know who it was that submitted my Mary story to Spirit Daily, but either that site has a lot of readers or my stats have gone completely mad.
If you are a new visitor to my blog, well, welcome!
If you’re an old friend and perhaps even a fellow blogger, say a prayer for me. I have been totally and utterly distracted by it all.
Which is nonsense, if you think about it.
If you write about Mary, they will come.
That’s as it should be. Ad majoram Dei gloriam, and to His mother, too.
Still, I have needed to find a way to keep my head from spinning completely off its axis. A little manual labor sounded good. The girls and I decided to profit from the one hour of sunshine that we have had in the past six days to—yes, we are legally insane—wash the van.
And why isn’t our van in the garage, where it belongs?
Don’t ask. I’ll never tell.
Let’s just say that my father is a neat freak and he is always scandalized by our garage when he comes to visit.
And is it manual labor for me if I’m the one taking the pictures?
Stop asking me these mean questions! I mean it, now. You’re my guest. : )
I’m going to go have a beer now.