Another manic Monday

Into another work week. I am going to have to face another big slate of stuff to do in addition to suffering the fallout from the many mistakes I am sure to have made last week because I was stressed out.

You know what I hate? When I write a story in the paper about someone and the person emails me afterward and all it says in the subject line is:

"Article."

All I can think is that I screwed up!

This person is not writing because he or she wants to be like Leonard Pennario and tell me, "This is so charming." This person wants to kvetch!

You know what, if I write about you, and you email me, here is what your subject line should say:

"THANK YOU FOR THE WONDERFUL ARTICLE, I LOVED IT."

Better still:

"THANK YOU FOR THE WONDERFUL ARTICLE, I LOVED IT AND I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO PROBLEM WITH IT, SO HELP ME GOD."

And after that when I open the email there had better be no surprises.

Better still do not email me at all, you know?

I will have a heart attack no matter what!

Well, one thing is good about this week and that is what happened yesterday has stuck with me. That is the miracle of St. Anthony finding my checks.

It is not just the checks although it is good to have them back, I will tell you that. It is the thought of this 12th century Doctor of the Church tapping me on the shoulder and telling me, "Hey, Mary, I'm here."

That makes me feel good!

There is this prayer they say at church after the Rosary that has a line I love. The person leading the prayer says, "May the Divine Assistance remain with us always."

And then you say: "And may the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace, Amen."

You are supposed to say that anyway. I am afraid I sometimes drop the ball. That is because I am too dazzled by that line about the Divine Assistance. That is a concept I love!

I could use a little Divine Assistance as I head into this work week, I will tell you that right now.

And yesterday made me think that I have it.