Almost Done

It's the 11th hour, an unusual one for me to write. The day is almost done instead of just beginning. But the house is as quiet as morning; the same clocks are ticking.

Tomorrow will be a weekend family getaway. I've loaded the car with groceries and will pack the perishables in the morning. Monopoly and Scrabble are going, and a deck of cards.  The dog and the thousand-piece puzzle are staying home.

You can't wait for the perfect time; you grab the time you have and make it work. That's how I'm feeling now, knowing that gratitude will well up soon, it always does.