Just Need To Enter My Grades, Pack Up (Wake up), & Then I Can Start Singing Emmet Otter's Jugband Christmas

Okay. I think I'm ready for a Syracuse departure. The sniffles will have to come with me, and I'm sure Karal will be more than enthralled for a road trip. I have to download a book, first, and fold the laundry in the dryer. No rush, but I'll be hitting the road soon.

I am thinking of all the holiday changes over the years, and how the last decade (and more) has been a fanfare to A Flake Like Mike. The transitions are something...the last nephew all that is left to graduate from high school. Crazy to put this in perspective of my parents who have memories that transcend 30 years on my sisters and me. Then I think about 30 years, and how so much changes.

I'm wondering how the pain in my legs will go with a drive to Syracuse, because they have not been thrilled with all the grading of the last week. 

And I'm thinking of all the years of driving 13 hours from Kentucky, exhausted from teaching but always driven to make it by Christmas Eve. Then there were the years Judy flew up from NYC, and all the years over Bonnie & Karl's after the Barnwell Christmas Eve.

Go Cards! There's a final four game to be played Thursday night, too. Slow and steady wins the race. We got this.