And then there was one.

Arden and I bought our two 'lil fishes about 6 months ago. One of them died yesterday. Does it make me a horrible person if I really didn't care all that much? At the end of an entire day of watching him float around on his back I scooped him onto a paper towel, flushed him down the toilet and went to bed.

I get real emotional when I'm sick. Arden came home to me sprawled on the couch with a hot pad and in a fowl mood. He quietly brought me more water and Tylenol, put on some relaxing music, ran his hands through my greasy unkempt hair, and prayed with me. Then I felt real bad. Sometimes I wish I was more like my husband. He's one of the few people I know that repays crankiness with graciousness.

So we played crib. I have to admit it helped drive away the lonely-selfish-bitter-feeling-sorry-for-myself monsters. Winning helped too.