I woke up early this morning...
waiting for the sun to peek through the blinds...
Weatherman was wrong again....
Look at Joe...sleeping...
Tiptoe out of the room...
Go to my favorite "thinking chair"
Say a prayer that everything turns out well...
Joe finds me and the day begins.
Laundry, breakfast (his favorite), cleaned the
stove, microwave, counters, laundry, watered
houseplants, fed hanging baskets, swept the floor,
tidied the frig, made the bed, blogged, read emails,
took mail to mailbox, went to clean Joe's bathroom,
saw his little bag all packed sitting on the floor... and fell apart.
I know he'll be OK, and I do have my faith to count on,
but we've had so long to think about this and tomorrow
at this exact time....he will be rolled into the OR. Guess
I should get back to work, so I can put this out of my mind.
Today will go fast and the waiting will be over.