Nope. Nada. Nothing.
Except that I am still here. Breathing. Living. Sort of.
Trying to get through all of Mom's stuff. Figure out what I want to keep, find a place to keep it and then indict myself for treason for getting rid of the rest of it.
Then there's Christmas returns. Best not forget them.
And work? Maybe. Once in a while. But we certainly wouldn't want to make it a habit or anything like that...
So, yeah. That's about it.
And how's your life?