You know how some years you turn a new year and that just suddenly seem so ooold and you so totally don't want to go there? And then some years you turn a new year and it suddenly seems full of promise? Like you have so much ahead of you?
37 (last summer) -- totally didn't want to go there.
38 (um, today) -- totally thrilled.
It just feels like a good year. So I'm off to eat the nutritious meals my husband has prepared for us today (that would be donuts for breakfast, fair funnel cakes for lunch, and ice cream cake for dinner). We'll go over the details (and the immodium) in the morning.