We had lots of houseguests over the holidays, cousins from Maryland and from Trinidad, plus friends of my children staying over. This, in addition to actual work and a significant degree of mental numbness (a rather effective way of holding nostalgia at bay), has left me little time or inspiration to process my life enough to write about it. I'm just going along, swept up on a tide of doing the next thing that needs doing, and then the next thing after that. All is well, really. All around me, life is happening. Here's proof.