I long for a roadmap. I want some warning of what's ahead--a hint so I can be better prepared for the unexpected.
Most of the world nowadays--due to the instability--would probably like a roadmap as well.
The reality is there are no such maps.
Instead, we rely on gut instincts, our heart and as a last resort--logic.
I am catching a plane this morning for Texas to retrieve Miss Jessica. I understand she's being hospitalized for "observation." By the time I arrive, I'm guessing she'll be released and we can begin the process of gathering up her toys to return to Virginia.
My heart tells me this is the right thing to do. My gut instincts tell me this won't be an easy task. And more than likely, logic will surface a bit later as I hop from one plane to another today to reach her by dinnertime.
