I don't like it when i'm too busy to write. I have all these ideas popping to the surface, and I have to push them down. Like Slum Dog Millionaire: i want to write about that! [we all loved it. we saw it on christmas day.]  Or Golden Globe fashion. I tivo-ed it...and I am slowly looking at all the dresses. it's a style show for me. Or the weather: it's -6, but it 'feels like' -19. we woke up to -18. brrr.  i'm cold right now.  Or i'd write about Chris, and how sick he is. Or i'd tell you what i'm cooking for dinner, [but i don't have that figured out right now. gruel. gruel would be good. easy. cheap. gruel. or i'd write about the return of 24. but i haven't watched 24.

Mainly I want to tell you about MAC MACDERMOTT's memorial service. What an honoring service. Mac honoring, family honoring, God honoring. I told Joe Whitson, "Will you write the tribute for me when I die?" He did a great job, extolling his Grandpa's person, achievements, and influence. I AM going to write this. But not right now. Now I need to rest, then make dinner. And not gruel. I was only kidding. But something good, easy, cheap. Peace.