I haven’t blogged in a few weeks because, well, not much has happened since the holidays. Our older kids are back in college, work has resumed, and day-to-day life is back in force. I miss the holidays, but it has been good to be productive at work and to get back into a daily rhythm.
One of the benefits of a Plan B Christmas? A food tour, while Mrs. T. and our daughter napped during the day. And, a different Christmas Dinner. More below. On Christmas Eve, I headed to my favorite pizza place, Max and Leo’s. They have a coal-fired oven that cooks thin pizzas in just a few
Thankfully, the wait at Urgent Care wasn’t so bad. Our son drove Mrs. T. and one of our daughters to the hospital. I was in the middle of a bad bug, lying in bed for three straight days, and could barely move. The diagnoses? Pneumonia for one and a double ear infection for the other.
Social media is full of posts from those recently admitted to colleges’ early admissions programs. Smiles, proud parents and achievements justly-deserved. But, there’s a dark side to it all. Recently, someone told me about another suicide attempt at Harvard College. It’s an open secret that colleges’ mental health service offerings cannot keep up with demand.
Work is my drug of choice. I don’t do other drugs. I drink alcohol in moderation and abstain every Lent. I don’t seek high-risk and adrenaline-filled adventures. But, work and achievement have my number. They own me. When they call, I want to drop everything else in my life. If I am not careful, work
Fly fishing in winter isn’t for everyone. The wind, cold and rain can be punishing. It is why few do it, as more rational anglers stay indoors. But, the landscape is hauntingly beautiful, and the river is devoid of people. The stillness in the air is almost ominous, as the birds and bugs are gone.