I'm repeating myself
I was just about to note that the Cousin Who's On TV was born on the same day as Tyra Banks (happy 29th to both of you, by the way), but ... wait, I did that last year. It occurs to me that the post below borrows heavily from a post from last year. I'm running out of material. (Which, incidentally, also happened in late November and early December ... of last year.) What this means is this: Life is becoming good, and content, and reasonably conflict-free again. I'm spending more of my energy in places that matter and less in places like this one. This is a good thing.