Waiting...

It's nearly 11 am on the first day the call could come (on this revised schedule previously laid out).

I just ran out in the rain and checked the mailbox. It's empty - mail hasn't come.

It is not lost on me that someday all this will be history, well-known, understood, absorbed, assimilated, written, finished, archived, journaled, told to future generations, and even forgotten. But right now it is all future, all potential, all what-ifs and full of hope and a little terror (what if it's Ohio?).

Maybe it will switch from unknown to enlightenment in the next hour. Or not till tomorrow, or next week, or the one after that... But maybe in this next hour.

Whatever it is, it will be life-changing, it will change OUR lives - and the only way to walk through this is by faith, and an earnest desire to make the best of everything, and the firm knowledge that we will do so.

Maybe no one is watching with us. But it feels like a roomful, at least.