I confess that tonight I am tired.
Trying to do too much I think, without a break. Looking forward to what I get to offer this weekend, but the journey there is long. Figuratively as well as literally.
I hope the house sells soon. I hope it doesnâ€™t snow before we move. I hope the kids are well. I hope the drive tomorrow goes well. I hope it gets easier to say farewell. I hope all the tests come back ok. I hopeâ€¦
Of course, hope deferred makes the heart sick.
I donâ€™t wish to be heartsick.
So Iâ€™m heading to bed for a bit. In five hours I hope to be up and on the road.