So, I won't mention it either - will just quote Emily Dickinson. Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all.
I will also leave my hope for this day unsaid. Hope, however, springs eternal in the human breast.
Vee, thank you for the verse. Emily Dickinson wrote some good stuff.Chuck, even when hope is all we have left, there is still hope.
I am superstitious - so I'll just say - Good Morning, Have a niiice day!
Grace, it came to pass! I am home and happy to be home.
A big, loud shout: YEA, RAH!!!!
Shouting Hallelujah all the way!
Vee, thanks for the cheers. I've had a nap and now I am up and about. Inside, you understand.Chuck, praises indeed. Thanks!
It's Tuesday...they didn't lie.:) This is wonderful news. I'm sure Weiner Dog is very pleased to have you back home. Oh...and JoAnn too. ;)
Lin, strange as it may seem, I do believe both the dog and the lady are glad.
I think you got your good thing.
Shark, oh, yes I did. But I am still not superstitious. ;-)
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