Raw hide! The wagon rolls on without me aboard.
It seems even when one *chooses* to alight from the wagon as opposed to falling off of it, it is still decidedly difficult to re-board. The intellectual decision made to hitch up and head back out onto the plains notwithstanding, the caravan continues its journey without me.
My Hubby is home, my emotional equilibrium almost restored, as restored as it is these days anyhow and yet I am cast adrift, zombie-like, not quite doing and not quite striving and certainly not thriving.
Another day of failed tasks, undone challenges and I am unmoved.
Prayer and prayer and perhaps this little engine will once more...