I made a fool of myself in our basement trying to dance along to the Zumba Wii instructor whose perfectly coiffed spiky hair and washboard digital abs are silly and yet far more coordinated than I am. I've read four books, three excellent and one mediocre. Read 40 pages of my novel-draft-work-in-progress and probably need to hunker down and finish so I can get to the actual editing process. And our basement is straightened up and on schedule for a full makeover and paint job along with our office this spring.
So first week of January, so far you are much less depressing, post holiday let downish than I usually feel or expect. The awesome weather and work out endorphins probably deserve some credit for this. But I'm staying focused and trying to hang on to this feeling. I know it may pass.