It’s colder this year then it has been in the past. It makes me wonder if it’s this cold now, Los Angeles might be in the 30’s in January. I find an odd detachment in the jingle Bell’s, lights and shopping that go along with this, my favorite time of year. No doubt this year has me thrown, I found Thanksgiving had a lot of questions of thanks and Christmas is the time for family, I find I am mostly without. The discombobulation has been a long time coming and to say that I was the final straw is a possibility that I am willing to accept. My final decision to step away from the chaos was a best and worst day decision. I have no regrets though I feel it heavy in my chest. Hard decisions are like that sometimes. Tough love, all the right reasons and all that. The best I could say is that this is a rebuilding year, though part of me feels it’s a bit late in the game for remodel.