It’s a cold, blustery New Year’s Eve here in the San Francisco Bay Area.  The forecast says we’ll hover around freezing, but I suspect it’s a little colder than that up here in the Oakland Hills. When M.J. was washing the car this morning for our big kids to take to Palm Desert a thin film of ice formed on the hood as soon as he sprayed it with water.  We’re still nowhere near the -20 degrees my mom reports back in Idaho, but still.

Warm inside, I’m counting my blessings. This was a very good year for me. Hope it was for you, too, and if not, well, here’s to all good things in 2015!