I'm not one for new year's resolutions. I never have been. But just for this year, I have a good one, for myself: I'm resolved to sleep at least 10 hours per night until I'm rested again. The deaf dog at my feet reminds me (by her solid, silent example) that I'm in danger of falling behind.
There's much more to say this evening--about, for instance, the excursion that my mother and I took to Indianapolis, an excursion that could only be called a nostalgia trip, from start to finish. But for now I need to stick to my resolve.