I spent four hours standing around a fire pit in a falling snow for New Year's Eve. It was either fireworks or gunfire going off in the distance. And it may be the only night of the year where you're not sure if you should be concerned about that or not. I was warm in the falling snow and I went home smelling like smoke.

2012 was a strong year for me.

2013 will be the first year that in my life that I have no idea what to do with myself and that both excites me and frightens me. 

Oh well, it was a good fire.