We all have those weeks. They are the weeks that linger like a looming black raincloud and are filled with the types of seemingly endless days that everyone knows about, but no one wants to live through. This was one of those weeks for me…one of those weeks from Hell.

Today was my day to get out of dodge. I had finished my torturous work week one day early and had plans to travel east for a long 4th of July weekend at my family’s cottage. I had one afternoon to spend in my hometown first, and I planned to use it drinking mojitos and lounging on patio furniture with my mother. It would be good to be home.

I have found myself commando-crawling my way through this past month with more unwanted surprises and sudden turns of events than I care to deal with in a year. While this life is understandably and expectedly full of ups and downs, it seems to happen once in a while that the downs over stay their welcome and we are left with nothing but a prayer and hope that everything will turn around soon.