This morning I got to the boys off to early mass, we sat in the third row. During the opening liturgy I became overcome with gratitude. At times I was afraid when my youngest son whimpered but it didn't get any worse than that and he responded to correction.

When I got home the chairperson for the treatment center meeting called me to inform me that he had been told that we need to talk less and let the patients talk more. After a talk he stepped up to take the meeting today and we agreed to alternate weeks chairing. I was grateful for this.

I was inexplicably tired in the afternoon and by evening I felt remorseful. But as I wrote about yesterday in my previous post I realized that I had a long day yesterday including some stormy emotions. I feel better knowing there is a reason for my fatigue.

I got to watch a ballgame in the afternoon.
I got to clean up after the kids went to bed.

Thanks be to God.