I though the Feast of St. Joseph would be a good day to post this. :)
I had a hellish time at work this weekend, and I was bummed that I had to work on St. Patrick’s Day. (Don’t worry, I’m not relapsing on workaholism; my job requires the occasional weekend in exchange for time off during the week.) On Saturday, I worked too hard all day with annoying coworkers and was so tired I nearly dozed off during Mass. Then I drove home on a nearly-flat tire and an almost-empty gas tank and found:
- Dinner in the oven.
- The cats fed and litterboxes cleaned.
- The fridge, which had been empty when I left, was full.
Then I mentioned the tire to DH and he promptly went out with a can of Fix-A-Flat, repaired the tire, drove around the block to make sure it was really fixed, and stopped to fill up my gas tank.
I love that man so much!