Good News!

Kendra will be coming back, tomorrow. Looks like we'll have to tidy up the joint.....enhhhhh....maybe not.

It'll be nice to have her back, though. Trevor is already getting himself pumped up for tickling.

And here's more....Derek got his grades online: All "A's" !! That's my boy. Now aren't you glad for all those hours I coached you with calculus? OK, that's not strictly correct. It was calculus and classical literature, ha, ha.

Alright. He did it himself. But I did teach him to read and helped pound math facts into his brain, so I am definitely safe up to the 3rd grade level.

On the Christmas letter front, I've been editing away, today. It's both fun and exasperating. Every time I think it's "done," I find more stuff to fix. It's a very cagey game, line-wise. Sometimes I have to write in a more informal style, just to keep within the paragraph's limit.

We should definitely curtail people's activities in the future, to make this yearly letter less tricky.

On the "undate" front, Loren and I are going to take a chance on Friday, since one of us has to pick up Kendra on Thursday. Another mitigating factor is that all the movies change over on Friday, and Loren doesn't want to see Invictus, which is playing this week (when a couple's political leanings change during marriage, it's always the movies that suffer, ha ha).

Invictus: Latin for "unconquerable," or "invincible."

Also a poem...

Invictus


Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

--William Ernest Henley--

Invictus!
 

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