We’ve invited some friends and neighbors to come over for Thanksgiving. One of those families is a clan of Vikings from up the road. And I mean this literally. The dad is 6’5″, and not a single one of his family is under six feet tall. Even his teenage daughters. We’re expecting more than a few calories to be consumed by this group.
I’m finding it hard to drum up enough emotion for a holiday. To be honest, I didn’t feel all that hot about my birthday either, and quickly shut people down when they wanted to celebrate it. I have no idea how I’m going to feel about Christmas. But there will probably be more food, and more friends, which is a good thing. Last year my dad’s death was fresh on my mind, and I was trying to keep my mom sane and my wife happy. I think I managed it, but I ended up with the insanity and the sadness. This year I’m just trying to keep myself from driving East until nobody recognizes me.
Still working long hours. I never knew a part time job would require this much time. I’m hoping that as people come back from whatever illness has laid them low that I get back to the hours I was told the job would require.
