Muck.

Well, it has been 6 weeks since I have been to confession, uh, I mean my blog. It is raining today and the sky is a bit gray. Is there a difference between gray and grey? I always get confused so I am not sure how to act on days like this.

Katy and I have been to the doctor now 3 times to check the progress of Junior Matthews. The last test was an ultrasound that can detect abnormalities and it turned out good. Katy also had a blood test to test for some protein thingy and it turned out good as well. So thing on the baby front seem to be progressing "as planned". God has a swell sense of humor and it always amazes me how he talks to me more and louder when I talk less and am a bit more silent. Which leads me to my topic today. Muck. I don't really have a better way to put it than that, but I have muck swarming my brain at the moment. At a time when I ought to be at my very best, I find myself a little lost. It is probably nothing, as most worries go, but there seems to be lots of little things pulling at me and at times I forget which thing to do first. That is muck. I have it.