How does one misplace an entire season?  From Halloween to New Year’s and then some seems to be gone — one blur of activity, then illness, then celebration, then a new era is upon us.  The missing time also coincides with the time that Laura’s mother was with us.  I mean to draw no parallels or cause/effect.  It’s purely coincidence.

So what happened, or at least, what can I extract from that amalgam of time?  I saw several movies.  The Matrix Revolutions was just as bad as everyone said, Big Fish was just as fantastic as everyone said, and The Return of the King was better than I thought possible.  I saw Matrix on opening night with my nephew.  It was a true geek-fest. Anyone without a goatee who happened not to work in technology was in the minority.  I saw Big Fish at a late night showing with my sister, and the entire theater was in tears at the end.  I can’t say enough good things about that movie.

Thanksgiving was in Prosperity again, with the usual Taylor Family Cacauphony.  The interval between Thanksgiving and Christmas was spent with at least one of us suffering from the flu the entire time. Laura’s sister, Amy, and her friend, Karl, came up from Florida.  They, too had been sick, so we made for a sorry lot at Christmas.  Illness, combined with a lack of church activities, made for an unusual holiday season.  At least we did see a nice Festival of Carols at Westminster Presbyterian.

On December 19, Rebecca Jean Kaup was born.  Our god-daughter.  I don’t exactly know what that entails, but Laura and I were flattered that John and Kate would ask us to do this.

And that brings us to the new year, and uncertain times at work.  My interim boss is someone I can work with and trust, but beyond his retirement in June, who knows.