A good time was had by all, and there were no serious injuries.  

I paused a few times to admire the deep quiet of my brother’s home in the woods.  But now in my condo, I can hear only the tap of the keyboard, the hum of the computer, and the faint whisper of distant traffic.  It’s every bit as quiet here, like it or not.  Without the talking of family, the laughter and singing of my little nephew, and the soundtrack of soft Christmas music, is much too quiet indeed.  

OK, there’s the neighbor’s plumbing, water in the pipes. Much better.  

I’ve missed four days of newspapers and CNN; they don’t choose to have TV up yonder.  So I’m a little behind the times.  But looking at Yahoo News just now, I see that the chaos and slaughter in Iraq continues apace.  So everything’s just as I left it.  As long as nothing changes, nothing changes. Which gives one a sense of security, yes?  Facetious I’m being, Yoda.

I didn’t take the time to think about changes to the blog, so I guess this won’t change either.  It will just have to morph with me, as I continue my quest to weigh less, think less, worry less, and Be more.  Sorry, I know it’s disappointing.

There was little time to visit any of your blogs over the long weekend, so hopefully you didn’t write either.  Because I’m not fully up to speed, and won’t read them tonight.  I’m tired.  It was nine hours on the road today, all of it dragging a big, wet shadow of post-holiday decompression.  It’s worth it: As the year to come wears on, grinding us like flour and water into big, toasted existential tortillas, we’ll have these Christmas memories to nibble on.  Sweet.