how did you beckon in the new year?
i did it from bed.
with walter the bear nearby, in a slip and slouchy tee, wet hair, laundry drying on door hooks. i craved soup. i dipped downstairs for a roll; robbie brought home hot chocolate for my tired throat. i read, and when my head got tired of reading, i made lists. i made lists and lists. i could list the lists -- i'll refrain. i resolved to make no resolutions until my body resolved its little bout of illness -- i simply cannot think straight with such a sore throat.
i am gazing at 2015 lovingly -- it's enchanted me already. how can you be so deeply in love with a year (or a man, or a place) you've hardly met? i don't know, but i am.