It has been a hard week of weather for many in Oklahoma, with tornadoes dropping out of the sky. Willy-nilly.
Power has been lost. Homes. Lives. And this morning, I wake to a gentle rain, reminding me that everyday life goes on in spite of what has come before. Willy-nilly.
I woke to the thought that my husband is coming home, after a week in Michigan. He was scheduled to return yesterday evening, but the rains in Chicago wreaked havoc on scheduling. Flights were delayed. Canceled, one after another. No way home. Willy-nilly.
I woke to discover my house keys still in the back door. Coming in from prayer group last night, I forgot to remove them before closing the door and locking it. Funny that before going to bed, I found I had left the front door unlocked all day, while I had been in and off the premises. Two days ago, it was my front door that held the keys when I woke up. This loose business of unlocked doors is so unlike me. If I keep this up, my family will no longer call me “Fortress West.” Willy-nilly.