And just like that

the year -- and the decade -- is over.

And I’m spending year-end with the people I love and two little fat baby rabbits named Twitter and Facebook. There’s food and friends and time to sleep, and a new Moleskine planner for the year ahead.


I don’t know what the new year will bring, and I cannot say that it will be “fabulous,” like what so many people seem to be so confident in predicting, but I do know that whatever 2011 brings, I will deal with it with as much grace, restraint, and elegance as I can.