"Fret not thyself...."

I woke up to a dark house this morning.  "Carson" was nowhere to be found.  I had to go to the kitchen to pour my own coffee and then haul my quiet time materials to my bed myself.  How am I supposed to have a good day when it starts like that!
Carson showed up eventually and it took him a fraction of a second to see that I was not a happy woman.  Didn't he care that my stomach was slightly upset and that crawling out of my warm bed was the last thing I wanted to do when I woke up?  Where was he when I needed him?
Then I opened Streams in the Desert, only to read, "Do not get in a perilous heat about things....Keep cool!  Even in a good cause (such as mine, of course), fretfulness is not a wise help-meet.  Fretting only heats the bearings, it does not generate the steam."
And further into the admonition I read, "And is it not a suggestive fact that this word 'fret' is closely akin to the word 'friction', and is an indication of absence of the anointing oil of the grace of God?"-Edith Willis Linn (Streams in the Desert).
"Fret not thyself..."-Psalm 37:1 (Translation Unknown).
Thanks, God....I SO needed that!

Today I will choose my battles, and Carson's not meeting my self-perceived, selfish needs won't be one of them.
I love you, Carson.

On the health front:
Day 2 of the re-introduction of Xeloda and no complaints that can't be handled by the back up troops to the Chemo Marines.  Having cancer in 2013 must be so much better than having it years ago since there are now so many meds available to counteract the side effects of treatment.
I am looking forward to a great, fret-free day.