N & C, and the number 19

41 - 42, no surprise either way, but 51 - 45 a mouth open aghast football game from go to stop. Surely Texas Christian cannot do it again, but IDK, maybe they have the Ark of the Covenant in their locker room.

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That's Pacey, Kristen's cat, enjoying his new litterbox that he got for Christmas. He's a good kitty!

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Happy New Year on a foggy Sunday morning! It's late early and Linda is in the kitchen fixing black-eyed peas and rice for Sunday Dinner of Hoppin' John. Pork too.

2023! I remember a recess out on the Cove School playground in the 1940s when for some reason I was thinking how incredibly far away the year 2000 was, a distant Time at which I would turn 65, an unimaginably ancient age. Babies who were born the year I turned 65 are adults turning 23 this year and having babies of their own who will turn 65 in the year 2088.

Remember the bitter cold freezing winter horror at Christmas way back in December 2022? It was 76°F in our bedroom last night, we're going to have to turn on the air conditioning. Unlike a house, 7H is not a place where we can just open all the windows and let the breeze waft through.

At church this New Years Day we'll be singing "Songs of thankfulness and praise" and I'll be remembering this morning's New Years email from an old Navy friend, and thinking back to Sesame Street, that today's New Years blogpost is brought to you by the letters N and C, and the number 19.

Sunset on 2022.

RSF&PTL