Wednesday Will You Ever Come?

Yours truly is waiting.  Not so patiently for Wednesday.  For Wednesday is a fateful day.  For Wednesday I will open my future.  For the next year and a half that is.  

Luke (my mountain man faced friend) text me on the day of yester to inform me that someone's mission call is in the mail.  A text like that warranted an excited squeal that hasn't yet subsided.  The first squeal or two were verbal, but I found that to be an annoyment (word invented by Miss Kinsey).  So the squeal has gone internal.  The contents of a big white envelope is what occupies my every thought.  My every dream.

I'm truly terrified of Poland.  

And Russia.

And wearing a skirt in the cold. 

I've been sending some words up to the Big Man in my prayers.  Maybe He will realize that I'm ever so much more cheerful in sunshiney warm.  Either way my patience is getting impatient.  Wednesday best be comin' speedy quick!