All is well as we end the year. Hillary is home and recovering. Thank you for the notes and e-mails and cards and calls expressing concern. They meant so much.

I'm trying to hold on to the lessons his health crisis brought. Priorities. Simplicity. You know. The things a major reshuffling bring to mind but then are all to easy to forget when daily life again takes hold.

So another year ends. A new calendar hangs in the kitchen. I love the promise of the empty squares. And wish for all of you that the months ahead are filled with the riches of life. And the wisdom to recognize them as they cross the threshold.

Happy New Year.