Beauty is...

Time.

Peace is...

Knowing where your milk comes from, at the end of the day.

Spoiled is...

Awaking before the sun with the thought, "I will get up," and then the next thing you know you are emerging hours later from the deep deep slumber. 

Hope is...

Getting myself TOGETHER.

Renewal is...

Recovery is...

Still in my scrugs and nearing 2 p.m., 

literally staring at the floor. 

(Hallelujah.)

New Year's Day to Boot

We started it off with sleepy brunch,

and then we headed into the woods
for our now-traditional New Year's Hike:

 We got home as the sun set, 

and Sara and I wandered to a quiet closed-up downtown,

 for dinner on the roof-top

with a view of all to come.