Hope plays a mean game of hide and seek.

Mine likes to hang out on airplane wings, baseball diamonds and puppy dog tails.

Unfortunately, the pandemic has wiped out the first two of my chief hope mongers and delayed the doubling of the third.

Which, well, sucks.

So, where is hope hiding these days?

I don’t know.

Still seeking.

(Off to check in the crockpot.)

Until tomorrow…

Chloe