Dear readers, I’m a church-going religious man.
I don’t talk about it much because I really don’t want to hurt anyone that’s been burned by organized religion. But I mention this because yesterday was tough. I was home, in terrible pain. I just couldn’t seem to get ready on time and told Cimmy to go ahead and take the kids without me.
I saw these images slowly appear in our mutually shared Dropbox. Cimmy uses a Samsung Galaxy tablet, and since Boy destroyed our Canon PowerShot, it’s now the primary photography tool. Because Cimmy is a little bit protective of her technology, it now means she’s also our principal photographer right now.
This evoked a FLOOD of emotions. If you don’t follow all the links, dear readers, just observe that I have blogged about wanting a dog, and researching service and therapy options, for at least five years, or more: