Worry about what you can control

Or, slightly more helpfully, don't worry about what you can't control. My friend Eric keeps reminding me of this oldie-but-goodie.

So I shall try. I can control making sure all the financial and social ducks are in a row for the toddler, in case The Thing comes. So this week I am reviewing all of that with the financial and legal folk, plus retirement (i.e., health care) funding, and how to protect her inheritance from being consumed by The Thing, if it comes.

Oh, and let's be clear on "mouth sores" for a moment: They're not canker sores. It (not "they") is a state in which all the soft tissue in your mouth aches, and eating the slightest bit of crunchy thing will tear up your cheek and gums... like you've been chewing glass.

I anxiously await the arrival of a box of perfect fruit, sent by my sister. And then another one next month. And then another, and another, and another!!  Mad love, yo!!