Cotton and polyester glide right on by. Add spandex in, though, and the fabric is as grabby as a tired hungry toddler.
Which is how when I got up from the couch my skirt wrapped around one leg and did the rubber-band catch-and-sproing thing and pulled me right over. My head didn’t hit the floor, just my wrist, but it got a good jolt and it sure let me know it.
Dinner? Man, food just did not sound good. I told him he needed to eat and he said *you* need to eat.
Treading very. very. carefully right now. The amazing thing was saying the prayer on the food, somehow turning our attention to G_d for a moment and away from all that and as we got to the amen I felt like, okay, I can handle this now. We’re in His hands. It’s okay.
Who knew a simple thank you for our food and please bless it could be so powerful. But that’s how it felt.
(Edited to add in the morning, after the first three comments came in: I had just finished reading something when I got up. So I guess the moral of the story is, she who lifts by the close, dives by the clothes. And thank you, everybody. Still breathing.)