I just spent an hour reviewing my diary entries for the past year, and thinking of how I would characterize this year.  In a word, difficult.  Or perhaps the year of the incomplete project.  I’ve had better years.  There have been some bright spots.  The addition of Charlie to our family in July ranks right up there in the highlights, as does my successful completion of the Waco Wild West Century.  Beyond that, not much positive stands out.  Nothing much negative stands out, either.  Mostly the year has just been a wash.  Looking back, I’d say it’s the most depressing 12 months that I can remember.

So I’ll put it behind me and work to make 2003 more memorable.  Here’s to a great new year.