Hopeful

I use the toes of my left foot to slide the shoe off my right; then switch, all the while leaving the laces tied, tossed at the bottom of our closet.

I trade my belted jeans and ankle-low socks for what we’ve called “chair pants” every since the nights when you couldn’t sleep in our bed for the pain in your back.

That’s as far as I get.  The dishes aren’t done.  The laundry sits–at least–in unsorted baskets.  Unopened mail covers the kitchen table. The vacuum stands in the middle of the floor.

And me, I am blogging from our bed,  hopeful that my eyes are still open when the stars guide you home. Hopeful that tonight I’ll catch you up on a week’s worth of posts.  Hopeful that you’ll have good news about tonight’s meeting. Hopeful that I will fall asleep–finally–in the soft spot on your shoulder.

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I am participating in the 11th annual Slice of Life Story Challenge (#SOLSC18) hosted by Two Writing Teachers.  We write each day in March as part of an international writing community.  I appreciate any comments, especially those that

• reinforce writing decisions that work and
• coach into those that don’t.

Think of each comment you leave as a little writing conference we are having together. Come on, make me a better writer today! Thank you!