Funny how yesterday morning everything seemed golden, blessings everywhere I looked. Then the afternoon. . .nothing especially bad, nothing really good, just the quotidian, the ordinary stuff. But it was too much. My eyes glazed over--I lost the ability to see the joys, the God-gifts. All I could see was a house that needed cleaning, clothes that needed washing, food that needed cooking, and children that needed attention. D was lethargic, rubbing his head like he does when he is in pain. He didn't eat much after-school snack either. His balance was off--several times when he did get up he nearly fell down the stairs, or in the garage, or walking in the yard. He couldn't tell me what was wrong. I took him to get his haircut (one of his MOST favorite things in the whole world to do) to get ready for inspection Thursday and that cheered him momentarily. After supper, I bathed him because he had had an accident. I was heading toward...