Aging (un)gracefully

That time I realized I was in a chat about fiber. Oh, shite. Have we gotten here, already?

When the Holidays look Different

As Rich had his arm halfway up the business end of a turkey this morning, he took a pause, shook his head and said “what am I doing?”  Being the ever present person available to offer ways to do things better, I jumped in with a quick what’s wrong? while googling How to Turkey.   … Continue reading When the Holidays look Different

The Business of Comfort

I am writing from something that you would more likely expect to see in the control center at SpaceX than in the sticks of central Virginia.  This newly built office getup, in which I now live, has more controls and options and comfort than I even knew was possible.  What?  I shouldn’t be finishing my … Continue reading The Business of Comfort

Seasons of Change

Bruised knee, 1; Jyl, 0. Such an odd holiday season this year! I had some time alone while Rich and the kids were out to dinner with his mother - and while it was truly only a few hours, I think because it was Christmas Eve and not our typical 'pre-Christmas night,' the idea of … Continue reading Seasons of Change

How’d I get here? After

The continuation of https://wordpress.com/post/whichwaysup.blog/1522 This is the second half of a long story. The one that answers, as well as we can, the tough question that comes from my mother periodically - the question we wish we didn't have to answer because it would be so much easier if we had a better answer - … Continue reading How’d I get here? After