I am back. I have weathered the storm. I faked my way through Christmas and am feeling better this 2012. I could dwell on the details of all of that, but I prefer to do as the Cole Porter suggests right now. I have good health, a beautiful family, a warm home and plenty of food. I am grateful that my problems are third-world problems, that I have climbed Maslow's rungs to the point that I have the luxury to worry about things other than where my next meal will come from, how I will stay safe tonight, how I will keep my family safe.
In that spirit, I am posting a link to this lovely song and will be back to write more soon: