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Sure sounds easy enough but some days that blank page just sits there mocking me, or feeling too far out of range buried until a massive number of potential topics. Spoiled for choice most days. I’m not sure what is worse, not having anything to say, or being paralyzed by indecision over which in a plethora of topics I’d like to spout off about. What’s worse, having nothing, or too much you can’t get out from under it all? Hm. That’s a good question. I’m sure people much smarter than I have an answer for that if you know of a reliable place to seek it out.

Winter seems to have settled down a tad. The last two days has seen the local temperatures settle into the mid teens, on the minus side of zero. We have snow, so I took the oldest to a nearby hill to blow off steam, and get reacquainted with the GT Snow racer we’ve had for a couple of years now. Luckily ran into a few school friends, so the forty odd minutes on the frigid hill were more fun than originally planned. Good. Our household has been experiencing some larger than usual feelings the last few days. I think a sense of jealousy over grandpa going to Florida, in the sunshine and warmth (not minus seventeen like here atleast) and enjoying some international air travel. We haven’t flown in years now. Mostly due to Covid putting our Florida/Disney trips on hiatus. And school friends, and family are traveling while we are not. The kids hear this stuff and wonder why. I don’t know why trying to protect ourselves from such a nasty bug is so divisive, but it feels that way sometimes. We will make up much of our sacrifices in the coming years, and hopefully avoid the ill effects of LC, or the more immediate body scrambling after shocks of SARS-Cov-2. One can hope, I suppose.

It was big feeling days like yesterday where I miss being able to whisk the kids off to a matinee movie. Or go out to lunch to dine in. Or wander a far away mall just to stretch our legs away from the frosty weather, and look at all the fancy stuff, and eating ice creams, and getting take out for the ride home. We haven’t done much of anything that isn’t outdoors. No bowling, rock climbing, concerts, bars, dancing, restaurants, library, theaters of any sort, amusement parks… so dull without it all. Limited in what we can do to keep the kids entertained and engaged without fighting constantly.

I will say this though. We went hard in the paint for the extra curriculars for both kids, in an attempt to let them get out and enjoy themselves. With the caveat that they mask up, and keep a reasonable distance if at all possible. We’ve been fortunate that a good portion of their activities are in large high ceilinged locations with limited attendance. One group meets outside for a huge chunk of the year, so… yeah. A balancing act for sure. I’d be more likely to take the kids to do more things, if more people were at least masking up. It seems that unless we are all forced to, very few are willing to do so. C’est la vie!

In other news, the kids are off to a birthday party today, held in one of the better, higher quality locations that we frequent. So I have two to three hours to work. I have a new large paid project I want to start before Monday. It came in later in the day on Friday while I was finishing other things. So rather than wait until Monday, I’d love to knock out 10 or 12 pages today, so that I am ahead of the curve come 9:00am Monday morning.

In other news, my first round of tidying up the house went smoothly. I worked more than I thought I would last week. However, it turns out I had done the bulk of the work in previous years. We have cardboard and tissue bits laying around, more so than actual junk or broken toys. Sorting all the toys will be a bigger key to success moving forward, rather than purging stuff. Though my wife and I desperately need to declutter our closets. I hate to turn around and find random stuff we are just holding on to for no real reason. I’d rather have the space, and the breathing room, than bags of old, or unused clothes, and bags, boxes and knick knacks. The urge to purge is growing as the house grows tighter & tighter with stuff, things, junk. Blargh!