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We just keep doing stuff. The soul cries out to just sit at home, but it can't happen. We keep going out for dumb old pizza and beer, at the place where we can play card games and generally shenaniganize.

Then we drive 5 hours up to Michigan - with the dogs - to see Nana and Aunt Janet, and the majesty of Lake Erie. In the frozen tundra. Good for some.

For others, calls for lazing around the house. Not much TV, replacing it with photo bombs on the dogs.

And foozball. So much foozball.

And birthday cakes, presents, chocolates, kit kats, and the occasional hug.