I love my husband. I do! Really - I do! BUT I admit the words "OH NOOOO" were the first that went through my head when I heard the garage door open at 7:30 a.m. That could only mean one thing: He's taking a sick day.
Hubby has a cold. A MAN cold.
He flew to Oklahoma a week ago and invariably catches something coming or going. Not only is this a MAN cold, but it's an Oklahoma MAN cold. Because he's a government employee, he had last Thursday off as a holiday. He had previously arranged to take Friday off, making it a 5-day weekend (with yesterday's holiday). His goal, when he arranged this weekend, was to work on the fountain/pond he's building in the front. Instead, it's rained for a week and he has a MAN cold.
Hubby has now had a sandwich, some hot tea, and has taken his MAN cold to bed.
Sounds like a good day to hit the movies.
Praying today for: ~B., a non-believer who had a stroke. Her body is shutting down and she has not yet accepted Christ's love.