Making a list...I'm wild that way.

 Santa isn't the only one who checks lists.  I am going to make some lists for 2021.  

One, finish some more of my handy projects.  My hands are getting more and more sore, and I don't know how much longer I can handle the pain.

Two, get the house more and more organized.  I do NOT want anyone having to go through what I did or what Debbie is going through with our folks dying.  I really don't know what I would have done if Mom hadn't moved so soon before she died.  There was so much crap after that it took me forever to clean out her place.  Don't get me started on what Debbie is doing for Randy and Joan.   I don't have kids that can do that, and I don't want Bill have to figure out crap after I go.

Three, finish reading the books I have stacked up.  Life is too damn short, and I want to do a lot before Grandma comes for me.  And those book are part of it.

Four, work on my health.  Take my vitamins, walk every day, slow down on starches. If I lose weight, great, if I don't, learn to love my body.

Five keep up with my friendships and relationships.  Write letters, call, make sure they know I'm here for them and love them. 

I think five points are more than enough for a new year.  Fingers crossed.

I'm so ready for 2021.  I consider it like the first year of school.  You get new crayons, a new tablet, and the possibilities are endless.  Come on January 1, 2020 we need you!!!