New Year's Revolutions!

You know how it is -- too busy to work them out beforehand, too monged on the night and too 'irresolute' to manage it on New Year's Day; suddenly you're a fair way in and still without a clue what you're aiming for in the next 365 days. It feels like naming the baby after it's born, except ... well, actually it's not like that at all.

Some of the ideas that have been considered so far include:
1. Read the Bible, Ulysses and Remembrance of Things Past. Imagine the kind of excruciating party conversation I'd come out with after all that. As my son says, 'ouchy wa wa'. FZZT.
2. Buy a mattress. Good in terms of being practical and achievable, but it looks like we can keep the one we've got. FZZT.
3. Eat more fruit. Too hard to quantify. FZZT.
4. Win the lottery. Too hard. And ultimately, I'm not sure this is the answer anyway. FZZT.
5. Focus not on doing more, but on enjoying what I do more. Sounds like one of those desk-calendar aphorisms, but not as catchy. FZZT.
6. Sleep in more. Under consideration: This is more like it. Why I continue to arrive at work 30 minutes early is beyond me. Blog time I guess. (there is no sound for this one)
7. Swim. Here, at last, is a contender. No measures, just a simple command. Swim. I like that. DING.

In other news, the break was at once restful and hedonistic. Santa Claus and el Niño Dios got along just fine and managed to deliver a mini-mountain of presents to our son. Some highlights of the season were the food -- delicious without being over the top -- the parties and the company, including the little guy who stayed up way too late to share the alegria with us. Special mention also goes to my best mate Rich, back from a six-month sojourn in South America with plans to stay here for a while. I think a piece of the Sydney puzzle just slipped into place.

Although it's not saying much, 2007 feels like a year that is open to interpretation.