Happy 2019!

I love the new year. As usual, I'm full of resolutions/plans/goals (call them what you want!); maybe I'll share them in another post, but since we're moving this year, a lot of them revolve around pure survival.

We had a day at home, other than Chet making a quick trip to Home Depot while Ruthie napped, and me running to the Navy Exchange for a pack of pull-ups this evening. Chet goes back to work tomorrow (he's been off work since Christmas Eve), and I fear reality is going to drench us like a bucket of ice water tomorrow. Oh, well (at least my Christmas stuff is put away).

Happy New Year!