My mom left me a voicemail. She said 2019 has to be better than 2018. She has a point; I’m out of children who can die.
That may be accurate for me. Things can always get worse for her. She has three kids, a step-child, and three step-grandchildren. Things can get a lot worse for her.
For me, the only remarkable thing about the first day of this year is that Constance wasn’t in it.
I hope my mom is correct and things improve. Time will tell. In the meantime, I’m trying to roll with the punches, keep my chin up, and steer clear of the corners. Good luck to you in doing the same this year.