Out with the old, in with the new. All I can say is 2010 has to be better than the year before. So much to be thankful for, though, in the midst of it all. I still have my health (knock on wood), my sanity (partially) and my wonderful husband. How wonderful you might ask? Well, tomorrow I leave for a whole month--my annual writers retreat---and not a word of complaint from him. He even promises to do the laundry while I'm gone. I won't push my luck and ask him to do the ironing, too. Even true love has its limits!
I bless my friends who are loaning me their house in Ft. Lauderdale, too. How lucky I am to have such friends! Better yet, it's walking distance to Whole Foods. I need not go out to eat. I can live in my jeans and T-shirt the whole time I'm there.
I 'm also thankful for my wonderful readers, who have followed me through the years and are now following me on Facebook and Twitter. Speaking of which, if you haven't signed up to be my "friend" please do so. I would love to include you in my extended e-family. You can also join me on Twitter.
Here's wishing you the best and most blessed of new years!
Eileen
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