Ever Stop to Think...

...and forget to start again? That is the way the holidays are beginning to make me feel.Discombobulated. A semi arrives tomorrow and disgorges my son's life. We will do triage on the pavement. There will be things that go to the new home. Things that go in the basement. Things that go to the curb. There will be much heavy lifting ( with good posture of course). Then there will be collard chips, to keep the team intact. There is nothing better than collard chips: fresh pieces of collards sprayed with olive oil, dusted in Parmesan, sprinkled with rock salt, microwaved for five minutes. YUM !