Justin started another round of chemo yesterday at clinic. Today he is feeling sick and listless.

I am too.

Along with the new round of steroids come Justin’s food cravings. Spaghetti and meatballs is a big one. So it was meatballs on my stove at nine o’clock last night and a jar of spaghetti sauce broken and spilled all over the floor. Note to self: don’t do the hit-the-lid-with-a-butter-knife-trick when you’re tired and unfocused.

A shard of glass pierced my finger as I cleaned the floor and tried to answer yes or no at the appropriate times as Justin rambled through naming foods he would like to buy at Shoprite. I told him to just make a list, already, but then spelling “Cinnamon toast crunch” was a problem.

I took a deep breath, sat down and helped Justin make a shopping list.

The kitchen will eventually get cleaned.

I love them that love me; and those that seek me early shall find me. Proverbs 8:17