This next week's going to be busy. It just is. 'Tis the season, I suppose.
No present buying frenzy, at least we're spared that. We don't lug presents onto the plane to Kansas City. Just not the way we roll. And our friends there, they seem to regard our company as gift enough. We certainly regard their friendship, company and really excellent cooking as heartfelt gifts in our lives.
Work will be busy. End of year stuff, the usual. All the things that needed to be done over the last while need finishing. And, oh by the way, could you get these one, or two, other things done? You know, really important for end-of-quarter, end-of-year, roll-up kinda "stuff".
It pays the bills, so I can hardly say "No" too loudly, or at least too often.
There's also writing to be done, to be finished, to be submitted. Even I like to end the year by clearing out the backlog - or getting done the things I really should have done already.
Time to take a pause. To breathe. To remember this time last year, and all that has gone on through the year, to now.
We are here. We are well. We got to see those we love this year, scattered afar though we may be.
Time to take a beat. Nothing will be lost by it. If the wheels haven't come off by now...taking a beat will not change that.
And breathe, Kevin.