The year, not my novel. I had to get up crazy early this morning to get the wife to the airport by 5:30 AM. She's flying off to Chicago again for work. She'll be back Thursday night. The month of January is nearly done. It hasn't been a great start to the year. Money, writing, fitness, they've all taken a hit. But I'm not discouraged. Everything will work out and fall into balance with the appropriate amount of foot to ass. I'm just going to pick things up in November and carry on. I mean, really, what other choice do I have?