Seven more weeks. Seven more Fridays. So much to do in the next seven weeks, it's unbelievable. Seven. My lucky number. Ha! Some luck! I just keep thinking of what WOULD have happened in the next seven weeks. Where I WOULD have been at the end of this seven weeks. What I was willing to do and give up, and the sacrifices I was willing to make. Gladly, willing to make. Happily, willing to make. The move. The new life. The new beginning.

Now, nothing. Just nothing. A forever of nothing. Seven, you've been good to me, up until now. NOW, you desert me.

God is STILL good.