The weddings that bookmarked this period of my life underscore for me the social isolation that Sarah and I have endured. At least I know what my New Year's resolution should be. Although we have plenty of mere goals, the most significant being a new home, I resolve to emerge from my cave, to renew friendships near and far, and to forge new friendships, too.
Alas, I am still dealing with the aftermath of 2010. I've taken three days off from work (so far) to recover from some relatively minor but terribly inconvenient surgery (the details of which are best omitted) that was originally scheduled for last November. Nothing sucks more than waiting in the surgery center, IV in your arm, for a surgeon who's not going to show. But this year I will turn the page. For too long "next year" has been a bright hope tantalizingly out of reach, but finally I can feel it in my grasp.