And so, I await the morning . . .
Hundreds of things undone, but time doesn’t hold still for anyone. And when people ask me if I’m “ready” I have to say that I am just not thinking about it. Tonight, when it is dark, and Certain Man sleeps beside me, I have a feeling that I will think and think and THINK, and maybe not sleep so well.
I still need to pack, need to do the few little things that I cannot just put off, so that will fill the time.
Nothing to eat or drink after midnight. No jewelry, blah, blah, blah. And be there at 10:45AM. (What??? I can’t come in at 5:00 and get it over with?)
There is this little place somewhere in my stomach that feels as cold as ice.
I will trust and not be afraid.
Thank you for all the encouragement and support. Most of all, thank you for the prayers.
I would be so afraid without them.