eris_discordia_novel

It's the new year.
A new day.

I'm alone, but not lonely.

I was at a party and caught up with some wonderful people last night.
I had a few drinks, but didn't over do it because driving home.

I've been quite productive this morning, I've done a bunch of housework and have organised for my teenager to come home.

There are worse ways to start a year, worse ways to start a day.
I'm not quite at peace, though I see my path a bit more clearly.

The way your year starts as an omen for how it will go on?