I’m not a big sports nut, but you know how the home plate umpire yells “SAFE” when the runner slides onto the base just as the ball lands in the catcher’s mitt? That’s how I feel right this minute.

My husband got a job.

Just writing that brings up such an amazing mix of emotions. Relief. Joy. Pride. Gratitude. Did I mention relief? We can keep our wonderful house. I get to be the stay at home mom and home school my son. I get a chance to write my novel. I can cook and clean and entertain and get involved in the community.

My head is spinning with possibilities. I might need to lie down. Or dance naked down the street. Okay, maybe not naked, but perhaps exuberantly dressed.

Gotta go. I need to draft out a project plan for my new life.