Paul is not leaving this morning for his trip to Paris. His company has halted travel to France until further notice. His bags will be unpacked, and he will stay home today with the five youngest while I go to a fundraiser...college football game concessions...with Joseph and Kathryn and Evelyn.
Reading about all the suffering the terrorists have unleashed over there makes me angry (how DARE they?!!), but also so sad for the French people. Not only for the deaths, but because the feeling of safety in their own country has been pulled from beneath their feet.
So my gladness that Paul suddenly ISN'T leaving for a week is tempered with sadness.
Charlotte Claire asked me a few minutes ago, "Do you think all those people who say they're praying for France are really praying?" Yes, the conundrum of our time, the empty social media promises of all those prayers. It's something I have really taken seriously, because to tell someone they are in your prayers, and then to forget all about it....mmm, not good.
Saturday morning, snowing out, cozy in here, but there is tidying up to do before I leave. And kids are up and about, Paul is in the kitchen making me a keto smoothie...so yucky but so yummy at the same time: avocado, coconut/almond milk, kale, berries, flax seed, cinnamon, vanilla. It will be my lunch today. I am happy that even though I have totally carbed up the other night when we went out of town for the night (oh the french fries I ate. And the Long Island Iced Tea. And the bottom bun I left on that bacon burger. mmm-hmm, it was good.)...my weight is down to that nice new number I saw last week. So slowly, yet it's moving in the right direction.
Ah well. Coffee's brewing, and it's time to talk to this family of mine...