I came here to post another quote when I realized that all I’ve been doing is posting quotes. It’s not my fault, entirely; so many good things to do (and not to do) that I’ve been fall-down-asleep tired every spare minute. Like today, it’s bitterly cold and I’m piling on so many layers I could take a punch to no effect, just so I can treat Emily to the farm before she goes back to her icebox in Indiana.

Life is good. The new year has been successfully, absurdly, wildly rung, in disastrous ways that only serve to make it all the more memorable. I love that the people I love best are with the best people; ones that, even amidst shitstorms of great magnitude, can drive around lost and stranded in the middle of New Years’ night and curse the insanity with incredulous laughter.

And now, back home, early and right on time. Frostbite and flannel, mud-caked jeans and boots; how can anyone fault me for wanting to be only here?

I don’t have a single new year resolution to make.