It’s both the best of times and the worst of times.

First, the best:  Christmas was wonderful.  BJ and I had a great holiday.  The weather was warm enough that all the wet stuff fell  as rain, so travel wasn’t a problem.  The quartet’s Christmas program was extremely well received.  None of the gifts had to be returned.

As for the worst, we’re both really sick.  BJ pretty much just wants to be left alone to sleep, but I demand attention.  Think a cross between Mommy and one of Pharoh’s slaves.  Obviously, that’s not happening.

Also, the Jeep’s overheating issues continue.  Marisa’s son Chris thinks it’s probably my water pump, and he’s promised to take a look at it for me.  That young man has a real small business opportunity with his ability to fix cars.  I hope he’s right.

Anyway, I wish all of you the very best the season has to offer.  Just don’t breathe on me.