The round of should I tell? has started.  How old is “too old” for Santa Claus?  I say, don’t disillusion kids any sooner than they have to be.   Lightening streaks across the sky and thunder shakes the window.  They will hide behind the curtain soon enough.

This evening, I’m thankful for the ability to get through a tense afternoon without yielding to the temptation to throw paper clips at people passing my office doorway.  My feet have swelled three times their normal size and I tore my favorite purple shirt.  But I shan’t complain.  Tomorrow is another day, and I still have Tara.  As God is my witness, I’ll never go hungry again.

It’s eight-o-nine on the seventeenth of November in the year 2016.  I’m a little giddy.  But I’m still here.  Life continues.