How was our first Christmas without Barry? Meh. No strong emotions. No crying at the opening of gifts or at the table. The only emotions were from Barry’s dear mother and those were invoked by a very mushy note I included in her gift. There were feelings as I drove to church on Christmas Eve. And the words of hymns were different and some so much more true and understood. But it wasn’t horrible. It kind of just felt like another day. So there’s that.

My apologies for this page that you log into that continues to say “sample page”. I haven’t figured out how to fix it yet and I’m avoiding all things that make me frustrated at the moment.

So today is the first post-holiday day and what I’m marking as a return to normal life and routine. I’m looking forward to seeing how it goes. I’m in the mood to throw things away. I had a really irrational thought on my drive to church the other day of wanting to burn the purse I had lugged around Philadelphia the time we were down there. I think I find it an offensive reminder or something. I mean, it’s old and cracked and served me well, it doesn’t deserve to be burned! But there you have it. That’s what I was thinking. I think I may need to swap my things out of it today. Trash day is tomorrow. Seems like a good time for change.

Happy Boxing Day