I’m not ready. I still have leftover coffee cake to eat. I have pine needles to vacuum. Thank you cards to write. Laundry. I am not all sparkly clean optimistic new year ready yet. I have no ideas, no inspiration. And I am definitely not ready for the “it’s a new year – here’s your birthday!” January birthday I’m stuck with. And this one, forty. Good grief. Let me clean off my desk first. Put away the wrapping paper maybe.