In White Plains, typical scenes. Great sibling togetherness after Michigan goes down to Texas Christian in a hard-fought national semi-final game at the Fiesta Bowl. Then the forks come out. First Rob insists that the leftovers be put in the fridge though Mary likes them left out in anticipation of her late night snack. Then Rob says something about how foolish Mary was to have washed Graham's backpack because the cats had peed on it ("I couldn't smell anything.") and Mary goes off on him. Ah family.
Outside it is blustery but mild for this time of year. There was zero visibility out the window when we landed at LaGuardia till our wheels touched down. Gotta love that modern technology.
All in all, a decent way to ring out 2022. It was a dramatic year in some ways, in others it was just nature taking its course. Mary Lee left us, but she had had a good long life and had for some time been having a range of pain and discomfort, so at least that's done. And in the end it seems like her passing could have been much worse.
The markets went down, but we knew they had to so that's no big shock. People traveled around and saw loved ones and the world. 2023 will be the year China works though its own exit pains.
Certainly we could have done without the war in Ukraine. Putin is an ass of world-historical proportions, and it's not clear who might come after him who would be better. Navalny could be, but that ain't happening.
What will be next, we'll see starting tomorrow.
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