13 Weeks

So Dustin is super sick. Doesn't think he can go to work tomorrow. And he is. Sick, I mean. But please, Lord, let him go to work tomorrow. I need him to. I need the space that has been missing for the last five days. He's been sick since Wednesday, just in case you're rusty on your math.
When men get sick, they are whiny. Or at least Dustin is. I literally want to shoot myself between him and Faith. And they're jealous of each other. When one is getting my attention, the other whines until I manage somehow to share it. I suppose that this is to help me learn how to deal with two babies at once.
Too much to ask that this wait a little bit, huh?
Later

Some Things I Know

So here are some things that I know.
Death comes for us all. That is a sure thing. There are variables to when, where, how and such. But there is no avoiding death.
Death will touch you. If you live five years or fifty, you will have known death in some form or another. Someone you know will die.
Life is about conflict and peace, love and pain, hope and despair. Without both good and bad sides, there is no point to anything.
Two people connected to me have died this week. One, a loose connection and the other, much closer. A friend's grandfather and my grandfather's brother. Odd that I never met either and yet, they managed to touch me, each in a different way.
Hurricanes will come. They are an unstoppable force that cannot be avoided. And yet, somehow, each year, we are surprised by their force and destruction.
Hope everyone's okay after Ike.