The year is twenty-twenty- four .  While I take a moment for my brain to load that bewildering number, let me ask you a question....  do you have a special word for the year?   I remember carefully choosing the word for the year - a tradition I was inspired to begin years ago - and dragged my best friend into it.  But somewhere along the way, the years became a bit too overwhelming, and the pressure to live up to the one sacred word-of-the-year became too much. Maybe it was the year I chose the word, Joy ... and then for years I had to learn to choose joy.   Learn to scrape it from the depths, if necessary. This year I joked with my friend that my word of the year was going to be " ketchup "... because my life is about as messy as a bottle of ketchup in a large-family fridge - AND because we need to spend about an entire year playing ketchup   catch-up with all the things we've been falling behind on for the last 10 years, give or take. Clutt...