And sometimes things sort of need to hit the fan. Stuff it down long enough and don't pay attention to the need for quiet and time alone. Let the house get into a state of unlovelyness. Have interrupted sleep. Allow guilt to take hold. Forget to make a set time to pray daily. Listen to too much noise. Endure too many cloudy days.
The cure...
Explode. Well, a little bit. Anger can be healing, and in this case it was.
Clean out the refrigerator of leftovers you maybe didn't realize were left over. Wipe down counters and get out the bleach. Fix something you can fix while other things are unfixable.
Hug someone you love to bits. Get into bed and rest. Listen to a few songs by Mumford & Sons (I Will Wait). Who can be sad listening to a banjo?
