Bliss

Learned this week:

Starbuck’s Cranberry Bliss Bars are the devil. 

I still wait too long to see my ENT and his most excellent Texas Aggie PA. (My Texas friends and some of my family have the crud. They gave me the crud long distance, just by talking about it, or some type of traveling mutant osmosis thingy.)

It doesn’t take much to be grateful for good health. 

A putter glove is not a thang. It’s a putter cover. I didn’t say this out loud. It’s our secret. 

Learning is an ongoing, exciting adventure.

I work with brilliant people. 

George won’t come in tonight, doesn’t matter in what language I call his name: Jorge, Jōji, Jerzy, and in honor of my SOKO 'A'—Seong Joji. Jorge, get your butt up the stairs so mama can rest...