A New Year. The day is sunny, with blue tinge to the sky. Yesterday, the town set off firecrackers which my friends and I watched from the balcony.

Went to the marker, and bought cooked noodles, tofu, broccoli. Also kimchee, humus, and the hearty sunflower seed European bread that is vacuum packed. I was filling up the cupboards with new year intentions.

Finished a chapter, finally getting back to the neglected work.

Started four new tv serials, with three to yet finish.

Taught a one-day workshop, and planned for a few more.

Snow came at last, and I scraped off the car, shoveled the steps minimally.

My thoughts are notes, jots, fits, and starts. January, wintery.

Happiness for this fragile New Year.