It’s January. 

We’ve got a new president. 

J is potty trained.  Sort of. 

It’s been a year since I auditioned for and started singing with Planina.

It’s almost been a year since I was diagnosed with cancer.

So where am I now?

I listened to the inaugaral speech for the first time in my life.

J goes on jags where he decides NOT to be potty trained.  And I have to do lots of laundry.

I can sing a whole bunch of songs in Bulgarian.  Which I thought was impossible last year.  And sometimes I can knit WHILE I sing those songs.  (And sometimes I can’t.  Heh.) 

I’ve come to consider Flefty and Righty accessories instead of part of my body.   Some days I wish I could take them both off.  Sort of like how you put on sweats after work.