Listening to the college football national championship game. Spent time today watching DVDs.

8 days into the year and I'm still on track with my walking.
I am tired of walking in the basement but living in northern Illinois, this is the norm for January.

Listening to the Orange Bowl and hoping the Irish find their game soon.

I have been thinking about this line ALL DAY. (Not as moral philosophy, just as a truth.)

Certain among my siblings have lightly suggested “it will work out in the end” and, honestly? F that noise.

I get to be angry. I get to have both fury and despair. That is worthwhile and necessary.