so quiet

It's January and the days are very short, and very quiet.

It was a pretty tragic week in Minneapolis.  The community was assaulted, and an innocent person was killed.  The news is disturbing on every level.

 A precious friend is expected to make a good recovery, but the surgery coming up this week is serious and recovery takes time.   Others are struggling.   Our beautiful niece has entered hospice this week. She, and everyone, all hoped this day would never come.     

There isn't much to talk about.

We did take that Christmas tree down, bundled it all back into its giant bag and zipped it up.  That was the last thing left of Christmas.  I kept it around longer just for the lights.

Kirsten was here for a while. Dani loves her and she has a big heart for overly exuberant puppies.

I ordered this calendar with beautiful photos of Newfoundlands, thought it would be fun.

Well. The days of the week were arranged in an alternate order--Saturday and Sunday both on the far right.   That seems fine.

Except it wasn't.  We were perpetually looking at the wrong days, having to reorient over and over.

Nevermind.

I still want the photos, but we put a normal calendar across the days.  It's better.

I had all the Christmas towels washed and folded, ready to put in the linen closet. 

Except that was a jam packed mess.

Time was up.

I dragged all of it armful by armful and tossed it on the bed and started sorting and discarding.

It's still really full, nothing to brag about, but it is a lot better.

Tomorrow is Monday.  

Always much love, Val