There's a saying of sorts, I don't have the exact wording or context, but something to the effect that I don't want to die with my body in as perfect a condition as possible, as much money and property as possible. I want to slide into death used up, worn out, completely spent, and shouting "Man! What a ride!"
I'm not there yet, but I was too tired last night when we got home to ring in the Gregorian new year with the usual fervour. In previous 6 days we drove about 8,000 km (5,000 m), through 5 US states, multiple mountain ranges, and a blizzard. We drove out, visited with friends and family briefly, and drove back. The days before that we'd hosted Misha's best friend, and the week before that we entertained Christopher and his family.
Maybe it wasn't extreme sports, but it has been an intense, packed holiday season for us and we need a couple of days to rest up from our leisure.
And as I'm sitting here sipping an espresso drink and munching on sweet bread... I think I may have a few humorous stories to tell from it.
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