And a Happy New Year

Hubby has been off this whole week. It's delightful. Most of me is looking forward to him being able to retire so he can be around all the time. But then I get sad when I think about how many years it is until that's a possibility.

We haven't done much. There were thoughts of heading downtown and doing some museums but then the government decided that budgets were for losers and so that kind of went away. Every time we have a thought it goes like this: "Oh I know! The Zoo! ...Is owned and operated by the feds." "What about the Air and Space?! Oh right. Feds." And so forth. And so on. I don't really understand what's so freaking hard about passing (and sticking to, but that's another issue) a dang budget, but I seriously think we need to just elect Dave Ramsey and get on with it.

Regardless, we've toodled around the house, done some tidy up. I've been helping my sister a little each day as she purges her house and preps to move into a condo in January (which will be SO MUCH better for her on so many levels. But man. When you've lived somewhere for 20 years there's a lot of crap.)

I had hoped to finish the book I'm working on by the end of the year. That...is definitely not happening. But such is life. If all goes well, maybe I can get to it within the first two weeks of the new year.

And then there's the puppy. He's a joy and delight. He's made it very clear that I am his person and while he puts up with slash enjoys the boys, he adores me. The feeling is mutual.

Housebreaking continues pretty well. And puppy. Really that just makes life a little happier all around. Because puppy.

All that said, have a happy new year. I'm looking forward to whatever 2019 has in store.