blessed beyond measure

That's all it would take if someone should ask how we're doing. Six words. The Christmas tree is still up. Ornaments and all. In my defense, every other Christmas decoration has been stored away, including the gorgeous quilted tree skirt my Mama made for me. No skirt makes the tree look a bit strange. But the advent of February also makes the tree look strange, so whatever. Also in my defense, the tree is in the basement man cave area, so it's not like we're being judged by a bunch of passers-by. It actually seems not to bother us, as the maybe two times we've been home at the same time and purposefully sat down to spend some time together down there, it has provided very nice lighting for us to immediately fall asleep to. January's kicking my tail, y'all. Brandon is coming up on the end of a very difficult basketball season. The win/loss record certainly doesn't speak to the team's effort, and they have seemed to improve with each game. ...

Well, it's 2020. A year straight out of "The Jetsons". Except that I can't even describe how let down I am that my car doesn't fly. I mean, come on people. It was supposed to be a given. Even "Back to the Future" had us zooming around in mid-air. I'm afraid that our creative energies over the last thirty years may have been sadly misplaced. We have traded massive improvements in transportation for the ability to know what a complete stranger is having for dinner. Score! Of course I say this and claim to be against social media and whatnot, when our tribe sat around the table on New Year's Eve for two hours and laughed hysterically at selfie-filter versions of ourselves. And also, I am addicted to Twitter dog videos. Anyway, the ball dropped as it always does. But this time, not just for a new year. A new decade . Couldn't have come soon enough. I've been on a very long emotional roller coaster, as evidenced by no short supp...