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30DBC January 5 Prompt: Are you on the road, or are you safely at home? Think about it... Well, technically, we ARE traveling at hundreds of thousands of miles per hour through space as the Earth spins and follows its orbit around the sun. But, that's not "on the road." On the road of life, always. We never get to hop out of the "car of life" until it's our time to go to the Great Rest Stop of Eternity. But in the most common sense of the question, I am safely at home, typing on my laptop in my second bedroom/office, with my husband digging through piles of addresses in the file cabinet. Dinner is in the oven and almost ready. Banana bread is cooling on top of the stove. The table is set. We're just waiting on the pork tenderloin and then we're going to throw in some garlic bread while the pork is resting. When I think about being "safely" at home, I imagine that both myself and my husband are home. He's not out on the road in the snow/rain/wind delivering pizzas. We're not on the road to Mass, which is a nearly two-hour, out-of-state road trip. We're enjoying our time together, praying, eating, laughing, watching silly videos or drinking hot chocolate or arguing over how to season the mashed potatoes. I worry a lot, so there's quite a few conditions to being safely at home. Before I go to bed, before I consider myself safe, I have to double check that the burners are off, the Christmas tree and lights are unplugged, the door is locked, and the computer is off in the office. If I forget and suddenly remember as I'm drifting off to sleep...off I go, crawling over my husband's legs to go run down the hall and check everything. But there you have it. I've "thought about it." Probably a little too much, but if I didn't, I wouldn't have quite as long an entry. ![]() ![]() ![]() |