Long time no write. Lots to tell here. Let's see. I just lived the most awful year in a month of years. Mother is dead. This is good. Her punishment lived on, though. She took away most of my inheritance, rather gleefully, if you ask me. That is how the year began. Then, in February, here came Beatrice, pictured here with her big sis, Nora, and blessings abounded. Then a big brouhaha erupted around little old me in the fellowship, and I got ostracized from my sisterhood. Sigh. That is okay. I saw the big picture, and no one else did. Then my landlord got a bean in her butt and began doing "improvements" to my little yellow house. Like a deck that remained half finished for months, followed by sidewalks that got torn up and turned into miniature mountains of detritus all around the front yard. And then, surprise, I got notice to vacate in 60 days. Lucky for me I am prescient, and had already explored my options, which leaned heavily toward buying a place. Rentals in our area are astronomical. And, as luck would have it, I stumbled on a manufactured home just a block away from the yellow house, now known as the forever house. It is mucho larger, mucho prettier, mucho newer. Huge kitchen, three bedrooms, one of which is now my mucho bigger studio. So the year ended on a high note, after the horrendous move, which, surprise, did not kill me after all. And now, here I am, in business again. And, once again, getting back on track. And speaking of tracks, there is this train that choochoos through our town on a regular basis, empty. It is the "test train", we are told, but I think it is just a giant economy sized train set for some developmentally delayed guys who just like blowing the whistle. Life is remarkably surreal at the moment. So bring on 2017. It couldn't possibly be worse, or better, that its predecessor.