In our house, New Years eve does not mean parties and champagne. It means "Lord of the Rings" and sharing a beer. To each...
Waking up from our own beds today, I said, "So family, goals for the day?"
The kid says, "My goal is to wear pajamas all day and never even go outside at all."
After a pleasant visit with family, and friends-that-are-family, now homeward bound. I miss the cat.
A friend threw down a journaling challenge this year and I picked up the gauntlet: a one-sentence journal entry for each of the twelve days of Christmas.
Long ago I kept a hardcopy journal, though my personal expoundings have been winding up on the blog more and more over the last eight years, to the extent that now my paper journal is filled with no more but the printouts of blog entries the didn't meet the standards of my own personally elected censorship board to be published here.
Traveling well-known roads often seems to take little time at all, your tires know the way so well; it's more of a palette cleanser as you trip along from one home to another.