You’ve gathered from my incessant Tweeting about it that we were in Puerto Rico for Christmas this year – the annual family trip that turned out to be just me and Rob and his parents. I thought it would be awkward with just the four of us, but it wasn’t, and I thought that going for an entire week would be too long and boring since we hardly do anything outside of lay around by the pool, but it wasn’t and, aside from missing the dogs horribly, I wasn’t quite ready to leave when the day came. The weather is so good, and the Puerto Ricans are so nice, the air is clear, the fish is fresh, and, because I am a Total Nerd, the flora and fauna are so interesting. Seriously! I got all excited watching two geckos show dominance displays for territory while skinny rich girls in bikinis rolled their eyes at me.

Rob and I had a bunch of those Really Good Conversations and also some Really Hard Conversations – the kind that are easy to put off until you are literally stuck on an island together with not much else to do. If you’re married you know exactly what I’m talking about. I was grateful for the chance to relax with him, because the beginning of 2010 is going to a flurry of travel and hosting guests and parties and work and business.

Speaking of which, dudes! It’s 2010! Have we figured out what we’re calling it yet? Is it “two thousand ten” or “twenty ten”? Also, can you believe it’s been a decade since “Y2K”? On December 31, 2009 1999 I was in Jen’s parent’s basement, and we decided that if the world didn’t come screeching to a distopian halt we would drink the water they’d stored in old soda bottles for just in case.

It’s been a crazy decade.