July 7: Tired but Satisfied

It has been a long day.  I still haven't recovered from Independence Day weekend.  Lost quite a bit of sleep on Friday and Saturday.  Up late, up early.  I am totally ready to go to bed, but I'm going to have a piece of pizza first.

Even though I'm really beat, I'm satisfied with what I accomplished this evening.  Submitting poetry for publication is an act of hope.  Until I receive my rejections, I have something to look forward to and dream about.  That's the best part of the process.

Saint Marty chooses hope tonight.

Hope is relative, I guess