Here are two of the angel ornaments. They don't have their wings yet, because I can't find any white lace. Mo is driving me to distraction; he meows and complains constantly, and if I sit down and try to work on anything, he claws my leg and meows louder.

Do Guardian Angels Like Their Job?

I was thinking about the times I believe my guardian angel has rescued me from peril. For some reason, it occurred to me that the heavenly creature may not even like me, but keeps an eye out for me anyway. I know that I don't have the most comfortable and inviting personality in the world, and I was a wicked, wicked child. If I were convinced that I'm a sore trial to my angel, I might be wondering, with Robert Frost, "how to take the curse, tragic or comic."

I think I would just apologize and try to mend myself: be more sensible, sociable, practical, farsighted, industrious, brave, pious, and so forth.

Hoping to make his/their job a bit easier.