I’m pushing this post out early today—trying to be more consistent. The moving company comes today to load all of our belonging into a truck. And tomorrow, we will race the truck to Texas, in hopes that we can get a house before the moving company puts everything in storage.
It doesn’t seem like it is a new year—and probably won’t until I get into a new house and a new job. Then, I fear, I won’t have time to think whether it feels like a new year or not.
On our trip to Texas, I plan to work on my Quarterly Review in the evenings. It is an odd way to do this review—typically I try to take some time away and focus on it. I don’t have that luxury this year. Probably, after I complete this review will I begin to think that I’ve got a new year to start—or at least three months.
