This was supposed to be a better year, dammit

In freezing rain on his way into his first work day of the year, Rob slid his car sideways into a guardrail, smacking the front quarter panel and the rear corner (the guardrail was curved).

Rob wasn't hurt, and I'm trying to be grateful for that, but still. No love, Universe.

Fiona and Karate

Taking the month of December off from karate has had an unexpected effect: now Fiona is unsure whether she wants to go for black belt after all. I told her that I didn't expect to continue, because we couldn't pay for both of us now that the scholarship is over, and Delia is going to be doing ballet. We've had a month of not running to the dojo, and gee, that feels kinda nice. And it's not so fun to think of slogging on all by herself.

So she has said that she'll go back this week and see how it goes. She doesn't have to decide until the end of January.

(I have to admit: I almost hope she decides no. Less demands in my life really could be a good thing right now. And it would be sooo nice to have some more money in my checking account and time on my calendar. Taking the month off really was an eye-opener for all of us.)