Guess what. I hardly can tell that a new year has started. Because I fell asleep at 9:30 on the couch on New Year's Eve. I was woken up with 30 seconds left til midnight just in time to sleepily kiss Landon and chug a glass of sparkling cider before I tucked myself back into bed for the night. Boom. D- in ringing in the New Year. Any New Year's resolutions? Fuhgeddaboudit. Just kidding. I've got some ideas on being a better person. And maybe I should get them written down. But I've been spending every day this week out cross country skiing. Because it's beautiful out there, and also because I suck at it and it's driving me crazy. Ok, I don't suck. I've actually come a long way in the last five days, but I just want to be like all the other people in spandex that make it look like the skis are doing all the work and they're just along for the ride. There it is. That's my resolution.