I am going . . .

I am going to wake up tomorrow, and I am going to go to work. I will set up the donut holes, cut the oranges and put out the nutri-grain bars. I will set up some fish nuggets, potato smiles and some other assorted lunch items. I will greet people in the hall, I will tickle kids and pick them up and give them hugs. I will tease my co-workers, exchange sarcasm with my friends and try to make others laugh. I will serve lunch and do dishes, and then put the dishes away. I will punch out, drive home and then drive to Micah's pre-school, pick him up and bring him home for his nap. I will finish up my order for work, while sitting at the table at 64 King, and maybe write a few emails or something. I will go home for a bit and then enjoy an evening with the Stetler's & the Pressley's. And it will be good.

That will be my day. That will be what I do tomorrow. That is my life.

I am going to wake up tomorrow, and I am going to go to work.