First things first: my youngest son's latest surgery was incredibly successful. It went so much better this time, and his recovery was immensely easier. He's a tough little two-year-old. Hopefully we'll find out in January if it worked completely this time. My little stormtrooper has been through a lot.
While writing my latest WIP, set in Antarctica mind you, I just noticed how strong an aroma our Christmas tree is still emitting. We've had it for a little over two weeks now, and it is still going strong. Don't get me wrong, I love the smell, but usually it has either gone or weakened to the point of becoming unnoticeable. I think this is a good omen for the coming year, what with all the bad juju in 2011. We've always gotten real trees (I can't say live because technically they're severed and dead plants which can absorb water) and we'll continue to, even if I have to volunteer my boys into putting if up for me when I'm too old.
My prediction for 2012: everything will be jolly good with nothing going wrong. If only it were that simple. Seriously though, I can only look up and pray for better fortunes. It does not do to dwell in gloom, despite the mounting adversity. Wait, that sounds like a general synopsis for many books. Well, I guess if the shoe fits...
I'll be praying for every one of you as well!