Ok, so things have been going along. I've been reminded how God really does give you strength when you need it, not when you are worried that you are going to need it (hope I remember that next time I try to go and worry about something!) I really am feeling like we are all going to be OK. I have faith that God will take care of all of us. I'm feeling sort of . . . smooth about things. Then, along came the spider.

This was not a particularly large spider. It wasn't hairy, or even necessarily menacing. I've become pretty good at killing the spiders and ants that should dare to cross into our home. I came back from the kitchen, about to sit down on the couch and read a few chapters in my book club book (funny book so far, BTW, called Momzillas, however I can't figure out what in the world "NOK" means!). I saw on one of the side tables there was this spider sitting near the newspaper. I grabbed a wipe and smooshed it. Only, I didn't feel the squish, you know, the loss of life of a disgusting creature. I sort of laughed at myself, thinking I'd finally gotten used to killing a bug without having to somehow sanctify it's life. I opened the wipe to show myself that I really had killed another bug. The spider wasn't there. I searched around for this spider. It had disappeared. Suddenly I felt like my skin and hair was crawling. I had to get out of there. So, I grabbed my iBook and ran upstairs to my room, where I am now hiding out from this rather smallish spider. I suppose that I will read my chapters up here. My skin still feels like it's crawling, though. Yuck! I DO NOT LIKE THIS SPIDER!!!!!!! Yep, I'm strong and courageous! Look at me hide!