She started Saturday. He joined Sunday. I climbed aboard Tuesday. The youngest has stayed off the train.
Maybe today, I’ll get a call.
Maybe today I’ll find out we have It. I hope we do. I’d like to know. It’s mild for us, so far. Maybe today I’ll learn I can go back to my biggest gardens. Maybe today I’ll be able to tell grandparents they won’t miss two grandbaby birthdays in the same month. Maybe today I can set an appointment to give blood soon. Maybe today I can check on neighborhood needs for others and food bank volunteer spots.
Or maybe I won’t get a call. And I’ll wait till Monday.
And maybe that call won’t be positive.
And we’ll be just where we were after a week of tired coughing wondering and worry.