Why so downcast?
Not to worry! I'm quite resilient.
Truly, practice does ease one towards perfection. Not that I presume to claim perfection as of yet, but if my progeny continue to produce alarming tendencies towards catastrophic decisions, I shall get a good deal more practice than most loving parents ever have the opportunity to experience. Thus I shall trudge onwards towards some semblance of perfect toleration of unfathomable stresses.
Meanwhile, I am ardently clinging to that which is within my power to control: My waistline. My obsessive food intake is focused on a lot of Good Fats and protein, and also Dark Chocolate. The technique is working, as I continue to shrink. Shrinking is good.
I've no update at all on the condition of my eldest two, nor any certainty regarding their exact whereabouts. They are staying in touch, for which I am grateful. Any time young adults decide to go awry of their boundaries, I feel strongly that they should at least stay in close contact with their Mother Who Loves them. Fortunately, my boys agree, more or less. So, I get daily texts assuring me that they are, for the moment, still alive.
For the moment, that is enough.
I pray a lot. This is perhaps the very point of my ordeal.
It could be worse. Right? Heck, give it a minute and it probably will be.
Stay tuned.
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