I'm bringing in 2016 with one of my favorite pasttimes --- sitting in bed and writing with a cup of creamy coffee.  Next up yoga, even with a mild hangover from our "wild" night at the spectacularly lit-up lighthouse. See my poem on the home page about that tomcat, the new year, who prowls around town. He has rich friends in yachts; apparently, Santa even hangs out in the harbor, still partying after seven days.  We wore crowns last night, and the guitar-player said he always knew the royal family liked Jim Croce when I made a request.  What I'm saying here is I'm happy.  I hope you are too.  Let's see where the cat leads us.