Hope there was at least a modicum of Christmas cheer for everyone. I enjoyed the couple of days off.
2007 was busy, exhausting, mind-wreckingly stressful, and I'm surprised my health didn't get flushed down the can because of it. Mostly thanks to socialised health "Hillary care" at the Yale New Haven Hospital, which treated my wife like an inmate at Auschwitz, as well as the U.S. State Department blacklisting my 70-year-old mother in-law from ever visiting America again. (She might pose a security risk or something!)
On the other hand, my son was born and I put a new roof on the chateau by myself. Not too bad...
2008 looks like its shaping up to be real dog-droppings: financially and politically.
But that's life, ain't it? We'll all take a few smooths with the roughs, and keep on truckin.
No suicides allowed.
No cuttin' and runnin'.
Fight on with the hope that the darkest hour is just before the dawn, and things will get better.
Because they usually do.
Congrats on your successes, Momo. Hope springs eternal for the rest of you. And Schenk', keep Billy on his diet. No junk food over the holidays or on the road! We need someone to set our complaints to music...!
Jurched