“What?” says my Dear Reader. “It’s only May! You can’t do a year-in-review post yet.”
Au contraire, mon ami. (BTW I haven’t kept up on my French studies.)
I ended 2018 still in physical therapy after getting hurt in November. I rang in the 2019 with a group of young men screaming obscenities in bad Spanish and literally knocking down the fence between La Casa de Tontería and the neighbor whose parents-are-gone party got out of hand.
And I that has set the tone for the year so far.
HOWEVER, spring has sprung and the official fiscal year at The Young Human Factory is winding down. Although I have seen next year’s batch of Middle School Mafiosi in all their puny malevolence, I will go forward in joyful hope. (And denial…)