It's early-spring-mud-season in Michigan.
Ice storm a-coming.
My body has been exposed to every known cold virus and done a valiant effort of holding them off....until now.
Either which way, I'm sick and tired. As in: I could my head down on my desk and nap the day away tired.
If the LORD were not my help, I would long have been silent in the grave.
When I say, "My foot is slipping," your love, LORD, holds me up.
When cares increase within me, your comfort gives me joy. Psalm 94