We are all just sitting and waiting in different configurations, but at this point, we do not know what it is that’s coming. We know the destination, but not the winds in the road it will take us.
We know that no matter what’s going on, the puppies still need to be fed and the laundry still needs to be done. We know that the pool has leaves in it that we forgot, but that’s so low on the priority list as to be completely laughable.
The air feels lighter in Houston now that it’s all clear.
Everything becomes clear…
In the end.
Stories That Are All True 