Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and don’t get worked up about what may or may not happen tomorrow. God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes.
In almost exactly 12 hours I wing my way back to cool, temperate Washington to do the Seattle to Portland ride with Dad this weekend. I think I’m all packed up, cleverly leaving behind my cannisters of compressed CO2 that I’m pretty sure airlines wouldn’t like. After some small travail, I got Davey safely in his special bike box (alas, snapping the bike computer cable — now I see why people buy wireless ones!). Now I just have to get it safely through the plane flight and reassemble it, with hopefully no damage. My observations of airline baggage-handlers, alas, give me no realistic expectation that Davey will come through unscathed, but I cling to a shred of illogical hope nonetheless. I really hate flying, and lately I’ve felt sick on pretty much every plane flight, no matter how smooth and gentle, so I have little to look forward to tomorrow. Still, by this time tomorrow I will be in Kirkland, probably thinking it’s about dinner time.
…A guy once told me, “There are two things you shouldn’t worry about: Things you can control, and things you can’t.” I’m going to try to abide by that throughout this trip.