Here we are in the new year.  I resolve to keep up posting.  How about you?

Katie, Lucy, Little Fetal Contortionist and I traveled to Minnesota for Christmas.  It was wonderful to see friends and spend lots of time bumming around and not getting much sleep.  The no sleep part prompted us to come home earlier than we were thinking.  We rolled in to GR on New Years Eve after 14 hours in the car.  Not a bad run, but the butts were tired and Lucy slept well (after she was in bed that is).  Kate and I stayed up to watch the ball drop and wondered why we were not in bed.  I can’t say we are that big into celebrating the New Year.  The promise of the future is rather empty in my opinion.  I guess it depends on who is promising what.  I am not sure that New Year can promise much of anything.

The best personification of Time I have ever come across is in The Silver Chair and The Last Battle. Even then, Father Time did the bidding of someone other than himself: thus he made no promises himself.

We keep trying to keep to the Church year for our celebrations.  We are not really used to it so it’s a hit and miss endeavor.

Lucy has recently decided she likes hide in small and hard to reach places.  A joy to watch her.