Here we go again. It's a new year. Funny how I've gotten used to the 00s. It was easy to think in the 1900s and it took me a few years to handle those double "00s". Lately Ive heard a few people say they didn't think they'd live so long. So, hooray for a lot of us making it over the hump from 06 to 07.

I'm glad the holidays are over. The older I get, the more I feel they interrupt my flow. They sneak in and all of a sudden baking, wrapping, and decorating become as important as writing. It's not that I don't enjoy those things. I simply didn't make time for them this year. I  allowed myself a deadline after Thanksgiving. That got to me. My concern for being timely and fulfilling a signed contract had to mean more than enjoying the holiday. There was no room to just sit down and read or think. I guess that's called a lesson learned.

So, here we are in a new year feeling like things are starting over. Getting the decorations down and put away helped a lot to make me feel like I'm on track again. I also like to think that January means spring is on the way. I don't mean to be premature. (My husband thinks that is a ridiculous idea.) I simply don't care for cold weather. Living in North Carolina has it's advantages. We had a warm fall which was fine by me. I'm marking my calendar right now for gardening to begin in twelve weeks. That sounds a lot faster than three months.

I'll be off and running tomorrow. I'll be back to a sensible schedule and on-line again with all my contacts who like myself scurried off and off-line the day before Christmas. Some of us have made it sooner - but most languished until January 4th. Happy New Year.