Last night, I decided it was time to start taking down the Christmas tree. It was close to bedtime so I knew I wouldn’t finish, but at least I could start the process.

I went upstairs to get the box full of ornament boxes, and packed everything away. I did a final glance at the tree, and it looked like I got everything, minus the lights and garland.

This morning as I passed the tree, one last ornament was looking at me, right smack in the middle of the tree.

Before Christmas, a runner friend gave all of us that were training for the Flying Pig Marathon a handful of flying pig ornaments. Apparently, that one pig eluded my search when I was putting everything away.

I’m taking it as a sign. None of us have actually signed up yet, and I recently have been getting discouraged by sporadic knee problems.

Also this morning, I got an e-mail from a college friend who used to live in Cincinnati (where the marathon is held), giving me some travel tips. Granted, I did ask her for advice before Christmas, but this is when she replied.

The time is now. I will sign up. The piggy knows I can do it.