The little yellow triangle is telling me that I have mere minutes for this post as I am not going to the basement to get the cord.

But we are here all together for another day. Finding a new rhythm before he returns to work. Resting for the last days and hours of 2011.

Dreaming. . .

Planning. . .

Searching. . . 

Will the word for the year be revealed before the stroke? Will the new budget be finished to greet January First? Will the delivery to the thrift stores be accomplished and the insulation be purchased before the employees go to celebrate?

What of last year's goals and words, plans and dreams?

Oh, but this has been a grand year, a year belonging to Him. 

That I will be able to say that about next year. That will be enough.