Transition

Jogged. 

(yuck, but a sense of accomplishment)

Blew time on Facebook. 

(guilt)

Wrote thank-you notes. 

(so many to go; yikes!)

Hours in a hospital waiting room. 

(brother-in-law had surgery; turned out well; comfortable place, good lunch)

Supper with my Mr.'s old high school friends, wives. 

(longing for happier, simpler days)

It was a pretty good day, although I'm a little alarmed at how relaxed we are about time going by. I think we're a little bit in denial about how much there is yet to do. We leave in less than one week now. We agreed that tomorrow we will make a list of things that still need done. One more evening in denial.

I'm feeling sad about all the good-byes to be said. Not wanting to leave this place that is so comfortable and familiar. And yet, I am not hating the idea of going back as much as I thought I would.

Transition. It's always difficult. I'm tired of feeling temporary. God, give us wisdom and perspective.