Snow and angels
My deficit of sleep and surplus of emotion have left me with a raging case of stress acne. Just in time for Christmas!
This Christmas Eve morning finds me in Kansas City, having driven out of Nashville yesterday without crying a single tear. Scrape a face off Mt. Rushmore to make room for mine – I’m hard as stone. Actually, I think I’m just tired of crying. I’ve cried a lot these past few weeks in anticipation of this move – because as convinced I am that it’s the right decision, it still hurts my heart like whoa.
The plan is to continue on to Colorado today. There’s a blizzard stretching all along I-70, growing progressively worse the further west you go. So all that “I’ll be home for Christmas” talk? Might be IN YOUR DREAMS, sucker.
But if the past is any indication, there are angels that fly with my Honda. May it be so today – and for you, too, if you’re traveling. Merry Christmas!