I'm opening my Harley-Davidson calendar. It doesn't seem right to do this, like there should be more of last year. There are parts that will be engraved in my mind for some time to come, and parts that I've already forgotten. There were many lessons last year; the hardest to work on will be to experience joy more strongly than anger."Baby steps" has already become part of my philosophy, so this should be doable.
Today is turning out to be wonderfully mundane. Doing laundry, putting away dishes, cleaning up and uploading photos. Later, I think there's a trip to Home Depot, some thank you note writing and tax estimation. Oh the exciting life of the suburbs.