While I don’t much believe in the idea of celebrating or disregarding entire years, I do feel that twenty-twelve was a rough year, from start to end. Twenty-thirteen, however, is going swimmingly so far. This first week was spent eating chocolates, watching fireworks, playing with foster puppies, drinking rye old-fashioneds, exploring the various islands of the Puget Sound, and re-visiting all my favorite old Portland spots. I also received a very unexpected late-season invitation to interview at one of my top-choice schools.
Please let this be my year.