Hi blog. Big high-five to 2011 Becky, who managed to blog every dang-doodly day. 2012 Becky can’t imagine having that on her plate, with all the other towering, wobbling, heaps of non-delicious nonsense on that selfsame plate.

An even bigger high-five (and by “high-five” I mean a gesture of appreciation that isn’t stupid, dorky, and doesn’t make my hand hurt) to my lovar Lamar who, though he has his own towering plate of nonsense, has been patient, receptive, loving, and friendly. I know I have to (and will) get through all this, but having him to talk to, commiserate and have fun with, keeps me going with more cheeriness that I thought I could ever muster. Jump, smack, ow!

I’m not going to count the ways, but there have been gnarly situations in which I’m embroiled. One of the situations I will touch upon is the Elderly Relative, who has been steadily declining. This has forced me to work from home more often. This has been making me unhappy, because I hate the office here in the house in which I live. Packed with too much furniture, too much insanely heavy 80’s oak furniture. Ugly, not fun, too many faded photos of too many damn relatives on the wall.

So now I’ve been adding the office to the Great and Toxic Reorganization Summit already in progress.

And so it goes. There will be no Apartment Therapy-level fabulous Before and After photos (there’s no way that mighty oak will leave), but I will show you a lamp.

So there you go. Sometimes heaving some furniture around and then posting a crappy iPhoned vignette can be all I can offer you from my plate.