Death. No, not my own, but other's. As if loosing a good friend on Christmas eve wasn't bad enough. My grandma died a week or so ago, somewhat suddenly. I mean, you usually don't act too surprised when someone dies at 71, but when they seem perfectly fine one moment and suddenly not expected to make it another 24 hours it hits you pretty hard. She shouldn't have died so soon. It was hard explaining to my kids what happened. They kept wanting to go to the hospital and see her again. They were convinced she was still there somewhere.

We were sitting at the funeral and my 5 year old is sitting on my lap. They played this cheap video where they inserted all these pictures of my grandma with other people. It was very cheap, I could have done a better job in my sleep, but the point is that when it finished after 5-6 minutes, Corrin says loudly in a room full of people crying "That was short!" and we all laughed. She was on to something though, life usually does seem short.

I'm almost done with physical therapy for my knee. I've decided to start going to the gym here on campus since I'm already used to doing the strength training twice a week anyway. So I'm going to try and transition that and keep up the habit.

Work is getting better. I haven't had the time to notice, but it is improving around here. Lots to do, but it doesn't feel so overwhelming anymore. Maybe it's just my attitude though.

I sure hope so.