Happy New Year, all! I rang it in by recovering from the crud that plagued many of us at the end of 2017. For me, it was a fitting conclusion to what was a mostly crummy year.
When I pulled up to my parents’ house for the holidays, my kid brother Jim and his family weren’t there even though they’d arrived the day before.
“They went to Target because Noah is sick,” Dad explained.
“Well then, I know what I’m getting for Christmas,” I said.