1 January 2013

2012 wasn't the greatest year; it wasn't horrible, but looking back, it could have been a whole lot better.

This time last year I was sick; not awful sick, but enough that I remember it. It started the day after Christmas and rolled right on through to the first couple of days. I had no way of knowing it, but it was the first salvo, so to speak. I was sick at least twice a month right through to July, when I got sicker than I have ever been in my life.

Given that I have a history of chronic pain issues, all the assorted childhood illnesses, and a damned brain tumor, that's saying quite a bit.

So 2012 was not especially kind to me.

It was also not especially cruel. There was a lot of fun sandwiched between the bouts of ick.

The Boy took us to Reno, where I discovered I really kind of like spiced rum and coke, even if it doesn't like me back.

DKM and I did a walk for MS, where I got a spiffy orange t-shirt and a surprise Hey You Finished medal...and I am an attention whore, so shiny medals make me happy.

Two of my sisters spent some time in SF and the Spouse Thingy and I got to spend a day with them, which was a smidge beyond awesome.

DKM and I drove a sweep van for the SF 3 Day and had an absolute blast, and she never tried to clock me upside the head with a can of Diet Coke, though I expected it at some point, because I can seem like I'm pissed off when I drive, even if I'm not.

The Spouse Thingy and I did a lot of walkign around SF, which always makes me happy.

The three of us went to Las Vegas, the first real family vacation in forever; I was blown away by Cirque du Soleil's LOVE show and laughed so hard at a Lewis Black performance that I damn near peed my pants.

We had a nice, quiet Thanksgiving, and then a Whovian Christmas, which should totally become a tradition.

All in all, the good outweighed the bad. I still got sick a few times after the Bog Horrible in July, and I enjoyed =coughcough= a colonoscopy in September, but considering how bad it could have been and how bad it was for a few friends... I'll take it.

Normally I'd be all HAPPY NEW YEAR, but instead this year I think I'll simply wish for you a warm, wonderful, healthy, quiet, uneventful-unless-it's-spiffily-awesome, light and love-filled 2013.

And that's kind of the same thing.

But, perhaps, a little better.