Suspense

Oh what a bitter pill is suspense.

We received a counter offer for the house we made an offer on yesterday. Tonight we are waiting for them to respond to our counter offer to their counter offer, and off we dance the counter-offer dance! *Insert Hava Nagila here*
I wish I knew where my socks were going to land when I throw them in the air.
Will they land in a wet puddle in the middle of a trailer park, or will they land in the middle of a parcel of grassy field between some power lines and railroad tracks?
Maybe tomorrow I will know.
Tonight I will take two sleeping pills (because I have an early morning class and cannot be up past 10:30) and will dream about the rows of corn I will plant, the vines that will be heavy with tomatoes, the fruit on the branches I will pluck, the sprouts of weeds I will pull, the speckles of lights I will spread in the rocks, the peonies I will harvest next spring for vases and the sounds of children running and laughing and little dogs chasing them and barking.