It is New Years Eve, and as with every new year, I too, am filled with the excitement of possibilities and good intentions. I am reveling in trying out new recipes, randomly dressing up in 1940s outfits, singing jazz Christmas songs, and gaining great satisfaction from properly annoying fellow siblings. One could say I have reached that state of perfect satisfaction that Buddhists seek, but I don't think that is supposed to stem from expectancy. In any case my dear little sister keeps me grounded: "Now you know, people are going to comment on how I am almost as tall as you, so you will need to prepare a gracious response." Hmph :
