Three trips to the DMV, still no van title in the making. Family of owners of it having to send for death certificate. Funny how the mistake of one person, the girl who hit my husband's Suburban totaling it, has caused a long trail of involvement by other persons. Thankfully we have a car tag to fasten on the vehicle temporarily, even though it's not the correct one, but it does belong to us.
So, for me at least, today is a rest day. Dinner made with whatever's in the freezer. Mom's not wanting her groceries, so they'll just sit here until maybe tomorrow. Going to vacuum, using the new one we got on clearance last night. Taking a much-needed quiet day.
Got so bothered by life in general yesterday, and today is for healing. After the DMV nonsense, involving some mis-information, we're just tired and fed up. Ready for something to happen in our lives that points to some smooth sailin'. Just doesn't seem to be in our job description here lately.
But until that occurs, it's important for me to shake myself, keep my face on the Lord, and not allow disappointment shatter me or define my day. One day at a time. Certainly.
