Is it just another day?
Sometimes it is just another morning, a morning like all the others that have come and gone over the years and decades before. Now and again, the morning is like no other that we have ever seen.
I do not know what this morning will bring to you or me. But, I have a feeling that it will be a good one, or, that is the hope. The morning here in Texas is cool, the sky partly clouded and the sun as radient as ever. It is good footbal weather.
The weekend ended with a disappoipnting loss for my Houston Texans, again. They simply did not play any where near the expectations I had set for them. Well, it is not the first time, nor I am sure, the last time.
So I stretch, smell the coffee and rise ever so slowly today to start another day. My hopes are many, my head held high, my chest puffed out and my eyes wide open, I begin the day. I wish good luck to all of you out there in the world.