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My spouse took this photo of me at a fun restaurant on the way home from the beach a couple weekends ago.  I love it. The sign makes me grin. The grungy cat beds are awesome.  Don't you just love people who know who they are?  This restaurant is willing to let you come EAT but only if you accept their cats. Take them as they are or eat somewhere else.  I had clam chowder in a big bread bowl dripping with butter. The cats didn't bother me. 

Here's the deal. I want to write. I want to post beautiful pictures I took on morning walks. I want to send out encouraging messages to my dear friends and family.  This is what I want to do. 

HOWEVER. 

My nephew had surgery. My parents are moving. I'm hiring and training new employees. I'm driving to Olympia to testify and negotiate and deal with legislative issues.  I am working stupid long hours.  

I'm not complaining.  I'm just explaining.  

I want to write.  I just don't have time. 

Life has chapters and this one is crazy.  

I'd love if if you'd pray for Quirky Faith. Pray for space in my schedule to clear so I can get back at what I love to do.  

As for me,  I'm accepting the state of my life as it is - crazy and messy. I'm doing my best to serve and love in the situations right in front of me.  Life doesn't always look like an Instagram photo. Sometimes it has grungy cat beds.