I risk sounding cheesy and trite, but I hope you'll know that I don't mean to be that way. Everything is worked out with the kangaroo (at least regarding this recent "incident") and I can only credit Jesus. It was perfect that the kangaroo problem arose on Sunday and I had a counseling appointment on Monday. In counseling, the immaturity and narcissism behind my anger are coming to the surface. And that's good, because then I can confess it, be forgiven, and grow up and move on. Praise the Lord.