Rocky the Squirrel

Say hello to Rocky the Squirrel. My mother Patsy found him at the base of a large tree in our front yard this morning but thought he was dead. I walked over and nudged him with my foot and he moved. So……guess what, being the sucker that I am, even though I am not feeling good today, we called out for some formula. My father-in-law was kind enough to pick up the formula for us while he was out. So far we have fed him twice with a dropper, de-flea him, and he started barking, or chirping, whatever you call it. But seriously we have contacted someone in Gonzales who takes care of wild animal infants. Hopefully Rocky will do well, we will keep ya’ll updated.

After I posted this morning, I slept a few hours and woke up in the same funk I was in yesterday. What is the deal? Robin reminded me, “you have been getting chemo treatments, have you not factored that in?” Maybe I am expecting too much.

My folks and Aunt Eva headed for home after lunch. We enjoyed the visit, but it was just too short and I wish I had felt better. But I’ll take it.

I started to re-read the Book of Job again. It is an awesome book which offers much consolation when things are not going too good, especially when you realize that you are reading something written many thousands of years ago. God’s Word is so full of good stuff.

I’ll post more later.