The first day of the New Year was a quiet one of just hanging out around the house, updating records for the end of the year; doing a couple of loads of laundry; catching up with some friends on the phone; fixing dinner.

I do remember having a rather vivid dream about the surgery this morning, so that must mean that I was in full REM sleep. It wasn’t a bad dream—just observing the surgery from within the operating room, as I recall.

That’s about it.