Well, let's see ... that's 64 Christmases down and something between 0 and 100 to go. I hope that it's a big number - but somehow I think 64 more is a bit of a stretch.
#1 Son has the worst luck with cars. Yesterday Mark and I replaced the alternator in his car - for the second time. Normally, that's not all that big a deal, but when you have to work in an unheated garage and it's 19 degrees outside - well, it gets miserable.
Today it's back to work, although this is going to be a short week and fairly quiet. Still, there's a fair list of things to do - perhaps this week of quiet will give me a chance to pick off a few of the critters that have taken up long term residence on my project list. Hopefully.
This coming weekend, Sarah is going to be able to figure out why she was a target for a hit. Things are going to start to happen fast. I just don't know where, exactly, things are going to go. I know where they INTEND to go - but where they start running off to once I start writing is anybody's guess.
Christmas for the family was great - everyone was there and everyone enjoyed the food, the drink, the presents and just being together. That's the best present, for me. Just being together.
This time of year is so busy and I have fallen WAY behind in my reader - I'm never going to catch up. I hope y'all will forgive an MAAR - but it's my only hope. I have to start fresh.
I hope everyone's Holidays have been Merry - this time of year is always an extreme of emotions - highs and lows both - and I hope these days find everyone hale and hearty. And for those few who have found heartache and misery in the days just past - for you I have a HUG. A big, hearty HUG.
Just remember ...