Merry Christmas to All and a Happy New Year too.
Travel wasn't so bad yesterday. We were two hours late getting out of O'Hare because our plane from Indianapolis, which was supposed to land and take us then to Florida, developed mechanical problems, and had to be fixed. After the plane landed two hours late, we then had to wait for American Airlines to find a third flight attendant, which was, blessedly, done rather quickly. All in all, I was luckier than some who had their flights canceled or their luggage lost. Currently I'm in rainy, wet southern Florida, sitting in my dad's den, typing this entry while it downpours outside, and thankful that I'm here.
I hope you all got what you wanted for Christmas. Since I have no desire, getting what I wanted was irrelevant. More to the point are the new years' resolutions. I'd like to finish the novel that I've been slaving away at for two years now, and get it in good enough shape to send out, show around, generally promote with an eye toward publishing. That's number one. I'd like to lose an additional 20-30 pounds until my 46 inch waisted slacks hang on me like the 48 inch slacks do now. And after that, pay off my VISA bill, on which is the charge for the very computer I'm typing on at this moment. A great machine. I certainly do not regret that purchase.
Well, it's time to sign off. I've got a few days off down here to do nothing and lounge and play golf. Maybe I'll get some writing done. I'll check back with you all in a few days.