I am very embarrassed that it's been so long since I've written here.  It's kind of been one thing after another.  Jewish Holidays, a bout of the flu.  Also just plain laziness.  The other night my husband and I were lying in bed, it was about 2:30 in the morning and neither of us could sleep.  He whispered to me "I hate this.  No kids in the house.  It's too quiet." The funny part is he is whispering this to me even though we are the only two people in the house.  There must be something about being in the dark that makes us whisper.  "I didn't like it last year and I like it even less this year."  Maybe that's part of my issue as well.

Also, too much time feeling sorry for myself as I can't get past the chapter it's time to write about my parents.  Everyone thinks that because it's been 17 years since we've spoken that I'm over it but it's not true.  I think about my mother every day.  I'm going to try to write this afternoon.  Let's hope I'm telling you the truth.