Um, Hi. The new job is not perfect. It is better than the old job, but I’m not sure it’s enough better, and I am trying to figure out how to make it livable, and the posts I keep thinking of are not that joyful, and while that may be cathartic for me it is probably not that fun to read, and that’s why I am not here.
Here is something joyful, though: after helping me stuff our Christmas letters into envelopes, Raisin decided to make out her own, and she spent about 1/2 hour “writing” letters and folding them carefully. “And this one is for Uncle D and Auntie K, and this one is for Auntie J, and this one is for E and A…” And she gave me the biggest stack because she wanted me to have something to read at work.