Well, we made it. That was a helluva thing.

I began this post by going into a brief overview of each challenge that the past year brought, but I’ve since deleted the whole thing and started over because, honestly, it was just depressing.

Suffice to say, 2017 can go suck eggs.


Just 4 days in, and 2018 is already starting on a much higher note. I’ve gotten a few nibbles, and one giant chomp, during my angling for a new job. And I began the very first steps of offloading our house today. (Regardless of whether we stay in Houston or not, we’re definitely leaving Fulshear.)

So, there is hope.

A Christmas gift from my wife and daughter. It sits on my nightstand as a reminder each morning.

Speaking of which, I briefly mentioned a doctor visit in my last post, didn’t I?

As my insurance winds down after the layoff, I thought it wise to get the hood popped, so to speak, and ensure that all my tubes, pumps and wires were still in some semblance of working order. So I went to my doctor for a check-up/blood work.

And all appears to be well, with the glaring exception of familial hypercholesterolemia.

Yes, it turns out I have a cholesterol of 360 , which I assume means that my blood samples had a layer of whipped cream on top.

Honestly, I’ve known about my high cholesterol for a while now. And because it’s inherited, there’s little I can do about it except take pills to keep it in check.

Thing is, I hate taking pills.
I don’t even like taking aspirin.
And I’ve never had to be prescribed a single medication (well, one that I was to take in perpetuity) until now.

So I’m having a harder time with it than most might feel is within the bounds of rationality normal.

The face of irrational chemical aversion…under a silly hat.

Anyway, I’m taking medication now. Bleh. Moving on.

Daphne is still enjoying her big girl bed, which I feel like I should shorten to just BGB, given how often we’ve been talking about it lately.

In fact, when she woke up this morning she hopped out of bed, picked up her Nursery Rhymes book, then climbed right back under her covers to read for a while.

She has not, however, completely grasped the concept of napping in the BGB. She will do so, but it is an undertaking that requires no small amount of kicking and flailing first.

Or maybe there’s always been that amount of flailing, and it wasn’t an issue because we were in a queen-sized bed?

Okay, see you soon.


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