Holiday Sack

There is distance this year, which is normal & fine. But with all that is swirling it is hitting me, like a sack in the gut. A little sadness. A lot of missing.

Of martinis, crazy games, too much food, heated battles, silly kids, stinky dogs, drunken giggles, too many snacks, old movies & good times.



Next year. Next year. Next year.