It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day…

Happy New Year, all. I got what I wanted. To watch Firefly to my heart’s content, and to relax. And now to enjoy this day off work for a bit without worrying about tomorrow.

My resolutions are very apparent to me this morning: Pick up the exercise routine again to help manage stress and to feel better, and to keep a closer eye on my budget, to finally get ahead. I’ve gone over bills with a fine-toothed comb this morning, and I think it can be done.

And, of course, how much better could a year start than with fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies for breakfast? =)

Territorial Enterprise, January 1, 1863

New Year’s Day

Now is the accepted time to make your regular annual good resolutions. Next week you can begin paving hell with them as usual. Yesterday, everybody smoked his last cigar, took his last drink, and swore his last oath. To-day, we are a pious and exemplary community. Thirty days from now, we shall have cast our reformation to the winds and gone to cutting our ancient short comings considerably shorter than ever. We shall also reflect pleasantly upon how we did the same old thing last year about this time. However, go in, community. New Year’s is a harmless annual institution, of no particular use to anybody save as a scapegoat for promiscuous drunks, and friendly calls, and humbug resolutions, and we wish you to enjoy it with a looseness suited to the greatness of the occasion.

–The Works of Mark Twain