Hope

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 doesn’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 hope… 

Of course, hope deferred makes the heart sick.

I don’t wish to be heartsick.

So I’m heading to bed for a bit. In five hours I hope to be up and on the road.

 

nite.