turning the page

every december, in the midst of the holiday mayhem fun, part of me wanders ahead into the new year.  perhaps spring travel plans are hatching, or january appointments have already been scheduled, but the new year is on my mind.  i start feeling anxious that i don't have a datebook to record all of these important events in, and i can't relax until the new moleskin has been purchased and put to work.
one quick, kid-free trip to oblation later, i can check something else off my list.
2012, here i come.