Today loves you, but it's a tough love. It may try to slap some sense into you. Today loves you more than you know. Yesterday misses you. Tomorrow cannot wait to see you. Next year doesn't give a damn about you, but that's because it's young. By the time it arrives it will have matured a little, learned more about you, come around. Today, meanwhile, has your best interest at heart, though it may not seem like it now. Tomorrow, or maybe next year, you'll learn to appreciate today. You'll be more mature by then, after all.
Today is my last day in the office until after the first of the year. Susan's surgery is this Friday, and we're heading down to Houston tomorrow so she can have tests and prep on Thursday. If everything goes according to plan, we'll return a day or two before Christmas. If any issues arise and we have to stay a little longer, we'll bundle and ship the kids down and have hospital Christmas. I trust that won't be necessary, but if it happens everything will still be alright.
Susan has a peace about getting the surgery. She believes it's the right thing to do. As for me, my opinion doesn't matter so much, and I support Susan in this choice of hers. The future is a mystery. This is a nexus of potential roads forward, and I cannot see very far down any of them. But that's okay. I only have to walk the road of today right now. I mostly know how to do that. I'm not great at it, but I get by.
Hello, friends. I hope so may things for all of us, for you and for me. Here's hoping.
Later. Love.
