Welcome, 2018

     2018's looking kind of familiar so far.

     Morning of January 1 - The dishwasher breaks down. Again.
     Morning of January 2 - The freezer in the garage breaks down. Again.
     Evening of January 7 - I thought I broke my toe running into one of the weights Trevor left in the middle of the floor. (I didn't actually, though, which is good.)
      Also, we've all been somewhat sick.

     On a happier note, Courtney left for C of O yesterday morning and she's loving it so far.

     Jon and Delaney eloped over the holidays, which fits them. And I'm happy for them.
     Lots of people have gotten engaged over the last month, too - Elizabeth, Jessica, Suzanna, Lisbeth from YT, and Matt from NSU MassComm classes. That's a little harder to pin down my reaction to all these things like engagements and weddings.

     The Winter Classic was watched, since it's hockey. Though I took a nap near the end of the second period and missed an overtime finish; stupid sickness. Alabama beat Georgia in the college football national championship, I guess.
     Counting down to the Winter Olympics.

     On my "On This Day" feed on Facebook six years ago today Samara and I were having a conversation about Collin Raye's ballad "Love, Me," which is a really good one. I think the context was about learning to play it on our guitars. It's a good one for fingerpicking - which I learned from her.
     And eight years ago yesterday was the Brad Paisley concert in Oklahoma City. Mom mentioned that it felt like a long time ago, and it does. That's like a third of my life. It was a great concert. (I really should finish reviewing his CD's, I stopped at 5th Gear.)

     Mom, Caleb, me and Amy went on errands to Okmulgee this afternoon; Caleb's helping out with the state Special Olympics swim meet in Oklahoma City tomorrow.