No, we're not dead, we haven't been sent to Siberia or locked in a dank basement.
We've just been really, really busy.
B had a huge project at work towards the end of the year, then my big project at work took off and I've been working nearly every weekend since -- but now I'm done! A co-worker and I have written a book on the first 100 years of our town and our newspaper, and we just sent it to the publisher. Suffice to say even though it is a very photo-heavy book, it was a lot of work. Tons of research and fact checking, lots of archive digging. We really enjoyed the work, but found it tough to get it done and our regular jobs, too.
But it's done and hopefully life will return to its normal chaos.
Let's see, what has happened in the last six months?
The Cliff Notes version: Kristin came home for Christmas but nearly lost her life getting here (Portland shut down by storm), J & J received skis and accessories from Aunt Leah for Christmas and were thrilled, Mom caved and allowed B to buy the family a Wii. I have now crossed over to the dark side. Oh, and the holiday was remarkable because we had a store-bought tree. Long story, but understand that B still got to do his favorite tree-hunt expedition, its result just didn't make it in the house.

Then I joined a knitting club, ironic 'cause I suck at knitting. But as small gesture as it is, it has saved my life because it's the one thing I do for me and only for me and there are precious few of those.