My cousin K. likes to send me doodles she makes on her tablet to make me laugh. Tonight she sent me one to take my mind off of 3 things I texted her earlier about what I was currently doing which was: 1) I’m anxiously huddled on the floor in our laundry room because of the severe storms rolling in; 2) I have a major toothache; 3) while laying on the floor all I’m focusing on is this annoying hole in the ceiling that her husband put there, mind you, and worrying that a squirrel will fall through and attack me.
She sent me this: 
So here I am meditating with chance and the squirrel is right above me poking through the ceiling.
Why is there a hole in our ceiling? Because her husband punched it when I happened to ask him “what do you think is up there? It would be cool to remove this ceiling.”
Instantly his fist thrust upward and then he said “get your flashlight and then you will know.”
I like to rub it in all the time what her husband did. But she told me it was now a good thing because I was focusing less on the storm.
She’s a good doodling cousin. Her husband on the other hand…
