The discerning reader will note that while I was banging my head against the proverbial brick wall, fake sobbing, whining, tantruming and questioning the heavenlies, I did not, in fact, address the One who could and would answer.
Thus, the stuck-ed-ness continues for another day.
Two things I know:
1). I will get tired of this eventually.
2). God will be waiting and will not, even once, say, "I told you so."