first in twelve

Congratulations on making it halfway through the months that have R's in them.  Those can be the toughest between the Back to Schooling, the Holidaying, the Seasonal Affective Depressioning, and the Holy Crap I'll Never Be Able to Feel my Toes Ever Againing.

Although, maybe you like to ski or something so there is a possibility you love this time of year.

Who am I to judge?

The best part of the R months for me is the food.  (And blankets, scarves, and socks.)  Soups and stews and all sorts of root vegetables.
The worst part of the R months for me is the grocery shopping. (And dry skin, freezing temps, and short days.)  There aren't farmer's markets in every neighborhood anymore so you have to go to the actual supermarket to get your stuff and OMG, have you ever been inside a supermarket?  GROSS.
There are all sorts of icky people there, dangerously close to the food you may or may not buy.
And sometimes you see someone really disgusting buying something that you would normally buy but you  just can't because you don't want to be put in a class with the really disgusting person.
And you can smell the fish case.  And the milk case.  And the meat case.

One of my new year's resolutions is to Order Groceries Online.
It costs $1 and they bring it to your house. 
Yes please.

Another one is to keep off the ten or so pounds I lost during the holidays.  Don't ask how that happened.  I'm either incredibly lucky or dying. 
If you don't have a resolution tied to your weight you aren't normal, so they say.

The Mayans say that the world is ending this year.  To that I say: Um, the Mayans ended too.  Maybe they just didn't get a chance to finish their calendars.  I'm still alive and I only finish about 35% of things I begin.
I'm not too worried about it now but if I know me (and I think I do) I'll probably get mildly freaked a few days beforehand but completely forget about it a few days afterhand.

Just like I do with everything else.