That was it. Me, the couch, the dog, the fire, the wine, the chocolates. No one else. No people. No music. No action. Simply fire, breath and wine. Enough. And different. It was the first year with such a different choice. In the past, I would cook escargot and entertain myself with yummy eats and treats. I would bring out my journal and my daytimer from the year past. I would “review the year”, and send my gratitude to all the choices, adventures and creations that I chose.