Our Lady Of The Darkness

Well, right now, she's being Our Lady of Complaining About the Closed Nature of Doors, but she's not being excessively insistent about it.  (She's already sprinted through the apartment door and dived into the apartment of the patient artists next door once already, so she's had today's Out.  Even if she was unable to Snorfle All the Things.)

2012, well, wrote a novel, remained useful at the stuff I actually get paid for, may have figured out a non-bending drivetrain solution for cycling, saw some birds, and had the number of people I know for whom my weird brain is unreservedly a feature go from one to two.

2013, well, I hope more cycling.  And some more birds.  And another novel, because the setting has momentum.