Every year, I reconsider packing my skis for the annual ProJac ski trip.  I think how lovely it would be to sit by the fire, reading my book and sipping on something delicious. I could roam around the town, or ski village watching people and buying tiny ski souvenirs. Then, I pack my skis and we hit the road west.  

This trip was different. Maybe less stressful? Maybe I was more confident? Maybe I just cared a little bit less? Regardless of the reason, I don't think I'll question bringing my skis next year. They are already packed.

 

Sundays are our favorite days, and while the whole family activities have dwindled, we each still find ways to spend our afternoons.

 

 I've got a couple resolutions that I will working on this year. One being to get my attendance taken on time (so the office staff doesn't have to call an remind me every day) and the other being to grow more sh$%. Or maybe just keep my plants alive? My plan to attain second goal is to move the beings so they can get some actual light, add water, and talk to them more. (Yes, it's January, and there is no snow - but that's another story.)

✌2023!! 👋 2024!!