Let me start with Phoenix… The only family at the memorial was my aunt and uncle, my father, and myself. Then there were all the old people from the park in which my grandfather lived (apparently, in Phoenix, there are a lot of these “parks” where you have to be at least 50 to move in, and there’s a community building, and they take field trips). A few people got up to say things about my grandfather… I learned things like he introduced gambling to the park (when my father’s side of the family gets together it’s not if they’ll play poker, but when). I also learned that the lady who lived in the house behind him is going senile caues she got up and eulogized the old guy who had previously lived in my grandfather’s house instead of my grandfather. Overall, it was an okay trip… except for the 24 hours total spent driving down and back up again. *groan* Who knew sitting in a car for that long could exhaust you?

I spent a couple days trying to recover from the exhaustion so that I could go back to work and start the Spring semester. I feel like I’ve been spinning around so fast all I can do is fall down. And I wonder why I haven’t knitted in a week (and yet I’m still contemplating joining the Knitting Olympics). Maybe I’ll try my hand at spinning a little tonight; it’s not quite as involved as a lace shawl. Maybe I’ll put out one of the packs of alpaca roving my in-laws sent me for Christmas.

Of course, maybe this has something to do with my mood…