Well then.

 I think it's pretty safe to say I am just not feeling that into life lately. I am finding it hard to care about any of it really. I cook, I clean, I taxi the kids every where, we visit doctors, I cook and clean more and more.  That's about the jist of it really.

I thrifted this pretty great quilt. I do mostly manage to get to the thrift once a week.

 We've had a couple of early snow events.

 The cat and I have watched the ENTIRE Gilmore girls.

 One of the fronts was AMAZING as it was rolling in.

 It gave the kids their first snow day this year.

 I sold a ton of ornaments off as I was putting up the tree.

 We saw the orthopedist again. Inside that circle is the great unknown in Jack's tibia.  When we went a month ago he said it could be cancer. That pretty much sucked all the life out of me. It was a very long month. It's impossible to do ANYTHING when you think your kid could have cancer. Every single thing seemed loaded with *what if*. And yet still I had to go on. More cooking and cleaning and endless responsibilities.  We went back the day before thanksgiving. Jack still has some pain there. He is still on restrictions from activities. The dr now says he thinks it looks like a normal "healing" bone, but if there is still pain in January we need a lot more tests. Yesterday we did a lot of walking and there was some complaining of pain. I guess I SHOULD be relieved after the last visit. But am I? Not really. It all still feels a lot like a big *what if*.  (Particularly since as far as we all know there was no injury.)

So, there ya have it I suppose.

That and a big bunch of birds.