What a week . . . . .

Some of us in life  have our own little routines and schedules that we like and enjoy.   Every now and then something changes that routine, something small or big, but all cope, do we not?  It could be a gentle hiccup in our routine or a gigantic snowball coming down at one full force.  One wonders why things happen good or bad, one thinks how did I just not see this coming?  

If we all could have that wonderful exotic gypsy looking across at us with her smile and her golden ball predicting one's future I am sure some of us would be truly grateful.  Well,  we at the "Pye Residence" sure as hell could have done with a gypsy crystal ball this week.

This week;

• Saturday - Bubble had the Squirts; 
• Monday - Dragonfly had Caustic Poisoning; another vet visit, 
• Tuesday - Johnny had Chemo Hell Day;
• Wednesday - Johnny had Chemo Hell Day continued;
• Wednesday - Michelle slipped, sprained her ankle currently on crutches, normally in her  four and half inch Jimmy Choo heels, at 7am she decided to wear flip-flops, albeit designer; and finally
• Friday - Some low down ruffian hoodlum rear ended me at a RED light.  On the pretense of an insurance swap, decided to do a hit and run.  So I have a steering wheel implant on my chest a sprained ankle and a sore rear end!
• In the circle of life and death this is all just circumstance.

"Dear God please can you make next week peaceful and uneventful?