It's 11:15, New Year's Eve. Nothing much going on except a mind full of ideas, longings, a few regrets....just "stuff." Coldplay is singing on TV. Hubby has gone to bed. The Princess is doing her late night thing in the living room. Daisy and Darsy are hungover from catnip and sleeping it off. In less than 40 minutes 2012 will no longer be a mystery and 2011 will be history. God, there's a lot of work that needs to be done in me. Can You handle it? That's a stupid question but one I can't help but ask. I think I'm ready to hear and see Your answer. So, here goes nothing...and here goes everything.