Eight years...

A lot has changed since the last post. 

Weng is married.  I'm not. 

Jinx is gone; in his place are Broyles and Olivia, who arrived as temporary fosters but grew on me despite their feral fears. 

My consultancy with MGCG is long gone; I'm not sure if any of us from those days are still there.  Instead, I'm in my dream IT job, in a place where my brain and heart and spirit are all challenged (and fed!). 

I've been my strongest ever, after training at the gym ... and my fattest ever, after losing hope following some injuries. 

Mom died suddenly a few years ago, Gram just this fall at the age of 101.  But we've also picked up Laura's baby Joe and Ted & Jolisa's baby Liam.

This is definitely not my finest hour.  But I know that God is good, and it won't always be this way.