It appears that (for the most part) we have come through the Christmas holiday without any contusions or trips to the hospital. Things were either very good, or very bad and not for any of the same reasons.
Good Thing: My parents drove 1100+ miles from south Florida to spend time with us over the holiday. It was a very good thing for both myself and the kids.
Jon came all the way from Florida and could not seem to make it the last 3 miles to see me. I call that a kick in the face. It was devastating to all of us including my Dad. I pretty much think he is on his own now. I have no reason to keep up with him after this. All he wanted from me was the way in to the Navy. Well, he got it.
