For no good reason I woke up at 4:30 a.m. today without any prompting from my alarm clock.

I’m not sure if this fluttering in my belly is just gastroesophageal reflux disease, anxiety, or excitement.

For what, I’m not sure.

Which only compounds the feeling.

Frankly, here’s hoping for no surprises. For once in my life, I don’t want to be blind-sided.

But if I don’t hope for anything grand to happen, will I manage to avoid something awful?

I guess not.

But I’m still wishing anyway.