This is my year.

It’s nice to be able to help take care of him and how much he appreciates it.

He’s grateful and pushes through.

Good thing we had strong Afghan tea to fuel our nocturnal adventures.

It was a good reset for gratitude and this Season.

Tile is sharp.

Next time just hang up, announce the plan, grab a life jacket, and get down there.

That was a good no-pressure aftenoon.

You can’t get food hot using a temp that just keeps it warm.

Most of it feels impersonal and it takes too long.

It’s not the presents, but I have those, too.

It’s disappointing but not unexpected.

I had to crank them out or we’d have nothing to publish.

I need to be more aware of my talk-to-listen ratio.

It might be too much but I want to stop being the path of least resistance…and he can push back.

I’m not giving the people who care about me a chance to celebrate me.

Next time I need to talk to everyone involved as soon as possible.

A lot of the cleverness is missing without subtitles.

It would be so much easier if he had a car.

Having books off the floor and a washing machine feels a lot better.