Help me pick the new name for Lane!

Okay, so there’s no excuse. I fell off a cliff. Figuratively speaking. In my defense, I did start the year with the long-dreaded Covid diagnosis. January 1st, I woke up feeling a tightness in my chest that I can only describe as “different and bad” and I said to Grant, “I’ve got Covid. I know it.”

A friend dropped off a rapid test and yes indeed, ‘twas …