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I have a problem overthinking everything that leaves me with the words. “I just don’t get it,” stuck in my head.

SPOILER ALERT: If you’re not a “Star Wars” fan, you might not “get” this column. So, good luck and may the Force be with you.)

Scrooge here.

Bah. Humbug.

Just thought you’d like to know there are only 26 more shopping days until Christmas.

Scrooge here.

Bah. Humbug.

Just thought you’d like to know there are only 26 more shopping days until Christmas.

Last year while visiting Becky and future son-in-law living in Mineral Wells, Texas, they took us to several different places to eat.

As I floated around in my pool the other day, I contemplated life. This is what I concluded:

I am breathing. I am in my pool.

Oy vey. What a week.

Harry and I worked on our pool deck. After 28 years, it was beyond shabby chic.

When I was a kid, I loved Walt Disney.

Twelve and a half years to be exact, I was working in my office on a project for my full-time job as a business consultant when the phone rang.

As I pulled into my parking space after being at work on Monday, all I wanted to do was take a nap in front of the air conditioner.

We are bombarded by so many events in our lives that it is a wonder we are able to function.