Not asking for advice; giving too much advice that people haven’t asked for! The last couple of months have been … busy. Traveling for my son to compete in rowing; traveling for board meetings; traveling for family vacations (coming up this weekend!) and also A LOT of work — work events, work weekends, work hardships, and work in general. Jason has kept almost 100% of our home life going, which is another thing I fret about. And in the midst of all of that, my emotions are all over the map and I hope (?) it is menopause. I am fretting about Allyson, who is still struggling to settle in to high school. I am fretting about Oliver, whose grades/scores have carried him SO FAR in life but who will need to … write and reach out more, and differently, for college. I am fretting about Eleanor, who will spend her 13th birthday in a car with me and Allyson all day driving to Hilton Head (yay!) for Thanksgiving. Just … fretting. And I started training for next April’s marathon, and fell on my hands and knees on Saturday which left me feeling lumpy and vulnerable. And I am going to be deposed for my mom’s trial in January. And I am worried about my sister, and my father, and … just … I just worry. So then I turn to my next most obvious thing — telling others what they should do. And (shock!) people don’t appreciate it!

I dunno. I don’t have a good wrap up here. We did get our annual family photos back yesterday, and all five of us look excellent! And I ordered prints and holiday cards! All of Eleanor’s gifts are on their way! I am worried about my beloved mother-in-law facing her first Christmas without Clyde, and her first Thanksgiving without fretting about him (he didn’t always come to Thanksgiving, but always took a lot of her energy!). Anyway, just a post to vent about my first-world problems, thanks for listening!