No beach time even though it's hot and humid. Dealing with a sick kitty--she's better now but for a while I worried she might get dehydrated and wasn't looking forward to a big vet bill. But she turned a corner with prayers to St. Francis. What joy to hear her lapping up the tuna water! I still don't know what she ingested that made her so sick, but I'm thankful to have my sweet Jules back, meowing for more tuna. Benny missed her too--he wandered about aimlessly until she got better. I felt aimless in my writing too.
Then Max sliced his finger at Dashi while making basil butter. I took him to ER to get stitched up (I didn't know you could stitch through a nail). Max was brave, but I could tell how much it hurt to get the anesthetic. Reminded me of the time Michael had a similar injury whacking a bush...and how I had to take him to ER with three little kids in tow. The anesthetic didn't take and instead of having to go through the pain again, Michael got sewn up without it.
I couldn't get the car started after, but I kept trying and it finally roared to life. So Michael and I made plans to go to the beach the next evening--it'd be perfect after a long, hard week of work. But, no luck. There is something seriously wrong with the ignition system. So today Michael's taking it apart, trying to fix it. Prayed to St. Eligius for his intercession. Thank God for saints and handy men. I'm making good progress on my Crown of Sanctity book (it's a tome at 500+ pages but free for the kindle, folks). Ironic how much I want to oppose the Divine Will at this moment. Pray for me.