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I'm glad the holidays are officially over.

Not that I'm necessarily happy to go back to work. I like my work, but I like not working even better. But I've had the How were your holidays? conversations with everyone, I've got the next quarter's projects lined up. The next few weeks will bring some pretty big changes to the site I work on, which is exciting.

Also, the new yoga schedule is out, and there are at least two lunch-time classes I can go to, which means at least 30 minutes of day time walking in the winter in addition to the yoga class. Though I should probably be taking vitamin D anyway.

And another thing: there's an open house at a pilates studio on Wednesday, so Shelley and I are actually going to get signed up this week.

Best thing? All my people are home now. Shelley got back from a weekend away a few minutes before I left to pick Paul up at the airport, winging home from a two week vacation. We spent the evening eating leftover chili, watching Kung Fu auditions go wrong, and drinking heavenly scotch. When I wandered back up the street a couple hours later, I was happy to see M-C's truck back in the driveway after three weeks gone. She was already asleep, but we had a good chinwag this afternoon. Even though I haven't seen them yet, the Wren is back, and so is the KGRF.

Everyone is in their right spot, and it gives me a satisfied feeling to have my world in order.

Tonight, I've been catching up on music blogs, listening to This American Life, and knitting beside Freya curled up on her quilt.

I'm suddenly less worried about the coming year.