The tension in my house is thick these last couple days.
Molasses in January.
Fog in London.
Mud at the bottom of the Mississippi.
For the last 2 days, it’s been thick enough, solid enough, to walk on…if you don’t mind walking on broken glass & nails.
Family drama, serious and awful, coupled with some personal drama requiring a tough choice, have changed the vibe of my home into one of tense, anxious, waiting dread and anger.
And there’s nothing I can do to change it at this very moment.
For a ray of sunshine, or an unexpected laugh, even a weak smile at this point would help.
And I can’t explain most of it.
It’s locked away under “Family Stuff”.
So, for now, I’m holding on…hands clenched around the rope, swinging like mad for the nearest ledge.