Nothing funny about feldspar

when you just want to scream. There are other times when you realize that it doesn’t really matter what you do — the universe is so very big and you are so very small.

Despite my bit of melancholy, I had a good first day to the new year. I don’t make resolutions, but I am attempting to modify how I react to stuff that happens during the day.

I think it helps that I have a project in a completely new (for me) area, with people who come from a completely different background. It’s like going on a cultural anthropology trip in my own back yard.

If the rest of the year works out like the first day, I think it could be a very good year.

That’s the last thing I ever said to my father, four years ago today. I think I’ve finally gotten beyond resenting him in his final illness to just missing him. I prefer it, this missing, but I wish I wasn’t crying.

Less than 2 weeks before Christmas, and I haven’t made a single cookie. I did make a batch of fudge, though.

I’d better get crackin’!

I seem to have become co-owner of yet another business. How does this keep happening?!