Last night I began assembling ideas and “locations” and characters and plot beats for a writing project. I can’t promise anything grand, but I woke up this morning and didn’t immediately say to myself, “What a terrible idea, what was I thinking?” so maybe there’s hope for this one. We’ll see.

I exercised more, and I ate junk food a lot less, thus I became a bit healthier.

I even lost a few pounds, and a few inches around the waistline.

I won not one but two raises (with additional responsibilities, mind you) at my job.

I maintained the most important relationships in my life.

I kept the drama levels low.

I completed a public writing project.

I feel like, even though 2014 wasn’t very good to very many people, I did the best I could this calendar year.

I have no regrets going into 2015.

Here’s a new one on me: I spent a night of dreams romantically pursuing someone. Nope, no idea who, seems to be someone made up out of whole cloth by my dreaming brain. It certainly doesn’t correlate in the slightest to anyone I know. (Everyone may now breathe a sigh of relief!) Also, it was purely romantic, all those goopy gushy puppy-dog-eyes feelings. The frustrating part, though, was how things would seem to be going well and then, at some crucial moment, I’d jump into my mouth with both feet and make a mess of things with the dream-person.

Yeah, how would you like to experience that, over and over in the span of a few hours?

That’s not the entirety of the dreaming, mind you. There was also something to do with a book-and-music store with hidden treasures, some kind of festival, and other interesting scenarios for which the details have already mostly faded. Those parts were nice. But they’re not the parts which are sticking with me now that I’m awake. Go figure.

What do you expect from pizza dreams, eh?