From the other side of several days of sleep

New Year's Eve I came down with a cold or a flu or something. It was the most lovely, benign type of whatever-it-was.  I didn't have a sore throat, or a cough, I wasn't congested: I just ran a fever for two days and slept almost around the clock.

Then I had a day where I lay in glorious languor on the couch, drinking beverages and reading Zen Cho's absolutely fabulous novel Sorcerer to the Crown.

I'm starting out the new year feeling quite rested, and very refreshed, and since I'm still possibly just the slightest bit getting over the whatever-it-was, I've given myself permission to put off any resolutions or useful activities until next weekend.

I hope that your new years are, as much as possible, off to similarly restful, optimistic starts, full of good things to eat and drink and entertainingly delightful things to read and comfortable pillows galore.