2019 Mulligan, Please

Can I start this year over? Seriously, can we just take the past six days and pretend they didn’t happen. If not, then how about the past 4 ½ days (the ones I spent mostly in bed)? Can I have a second bite at that part of the apple of 2019? Right now (Sunday morning), I am awake, sitting upright in a chair, drinking coffee and pecking away at my laptop. I have taken the dog for a walk, and she and I have had toast. Yes, I remembered that she gets the buttered corners, not the dry ones. In a few minutes, I’m going to shower, dress like a big boy, get in my car and run an errand. I have also brushed MuMu.

So, can we just call this the start of 2019?

What was my errand?

Well, um, I went to the drug store to buy more Alka-Seltzer Cold Medicine. It’s OK. It’s just to keep the lingering sniffles at bay if I decide to visit my coworkers tomorrow. I may work from home. I can do that. I can be equally effective doing my job from a desk three feet from the corner of my bed as I can in that 59°f (15°c) office I mentioned on Saturday. I may just do that. If I can have a mulligan, so can the landlord. He can have an extra day to get the building warm.

In fact, I’ll concede to give everyone a mulligan, as long as I can have one. Those sports teams I was crying in my seltzer about – mulligan – we’ll get them next year. Congress, and their inability to keep all the cars of the government railroad on the track – mulligan – come back today, hit it hard and git ‘er done. Connecticut, I’ve only been here 38 years, and you’ve had a budget crisis in 44 of them, but – mulligan – you got a new governor, a new legislature and from now until June to figure that out.

Um, Connecticut, just so you understand, that’s June 2019. Specifically, June 30. That’s when the fiscal year ends. I only point that out because the people before you celebrated when they finally passed a budget on October 30. So, June, OK?

WordPress. I know it’s technically not a 2019 issue, but I’m giving you a mulligan on this new editor thingie you’re trying to get us to use. I get it, progress. I understand it, but I’m not really liking it. I also don’t really care all that much because I write in Word. I am unlikely to use your editor no matter how good it is. I’ve written fewer than five posts in the WordPress editor in the past two years. But hey, you have a mulligan, you might as well use it. I’d suggest improving the image gallery options.

Even though it might be a slow start, I am comfortable starting 2019 – today. I wasn’t able to wait for the prompt, so no mementos but here’s a nod to Linda G. Hill’s #JusJoJan

Happy New Year (again).

And, for those of you who celebrate Christmas today, we wish you a Happy Feast of the Nativity.

“I’m awake. I’m listening for stuff.”

“Did you hear that? I think that might be intruders.”

“As long as dad says we’re OK, I’m good,”

“I think someone is supposed to be brushing me.” “Yes MuMu.”

These drops are frozen. I only had my phone.

Frost and frozen drops.

Way too early for MiMi.

Storm is brewing.

“All of these feet are mine. I just don’t know which are which.”

Frosty fence and fungus

It was pretty cold before our walk. That’s frost on that fence rail.

The rain blew out and we ended with a pretty blue sky.

After the storm.

Great River Park is no longer flooded, but not quite ready for prime time.

No longer flooded, but not quite clean.

Maddie has been very supportive while I’ve been sick.