Work continues on the tile in the bathroom (who’s going to clean it all?), but they have at least another two or three days before it’s finished. The deck guy came back again to carry on with those projects, so things are slowly coming to the end. I went back to work after four busy days off and am feeling more comfortable as I learn more about the program area I’m now in, and man, does our team have a lot of meetings! I’m learning how to write about subjects I know little about and make it sound like I’m an expert on global cloud networking. Funny how what I do now didn’t exist when I was in graduate school studying journalism. (Half the people I work with won’t born back then either, or else they were in diapers.)

We’ve been in touch with some of Hubby’s family spread across the UK, learning about Storm Arwen that freight-trained through a few days ago. One person, who lives in a motorhome, said she braved the high winds in the Lake District, where a tree fell on another vehicle parked there. Fortunately, no one was in it at the time. Others are battling snow and no power. My stepson has the flu while my stepdaughter is struggling through her companion’s cancer. I try not to feel guilty for having things go relatively smoothly for us. We have no real complaints nor ailments nor job–home–security issues to speak of (hope I’m not jinxing us). We certainly have suffered many setbacks and trials with ailments, job loss or stress, and home issues. But I like think that we are good now so that we can support those who aren’t. “It all swings in roundabouts,” as Hubby would say. Giving thanks this day for all we have and all that we are.