Because I promised myself that I would post every day, and I wasn't inspired by any remote memories today, I'm doing a cheater post about a short layover I had in Copenhagen.  The weather was that beautiful, clean, crisp grey, the kind you know comes with that perfect chill in the air.  From the airport windows, Copenhagen looked lovely, from the looks of the tourist attraction videos playing en loop throughout the airport, carefully curated with various works of art and that delightfully sparse Scandinavian architecture (aka IKEA-esque).  I would have gladly stepped out of the airport for a quick tour, had we not been waiting for our connecting flight, and had it not been four-freaking-o-clock in the morning, EST.
 

I also found out why the Danes are among the happiest in the world:

That's alcohol.  Casually offered with breakfast.  Seriously?

At the duty-free shop and the convenience stores, more portable potables for your convenience:

Not to bring the happy smoking Danes down a notch, but did they know that smoking kills? 
Either they don't, or they have vision issues, because these signs are gigantic.

No signs of any danishes in the airport, or in Venice for that matter, though a certain friend told me they originated in Denmark (it suddenly all clicked for me).  Ah well.  Next time, God willing.

A new year.  A new set of goals that don't always get achieved.

As we all say, it'll be different this year.

This is an attempt of a girl who so often lives in her hazy daydreams and vivid memories to:
a.  catalogue her memories of places, and lives, and people on 'paper' as time wears them thin, and work and life inches everything else slowly out of her limited brain.
b.  to harness her inner Shakespeare/Fitzgerald/etc and write more often. (2012 goal #1.)
c. to stop being afraid, hesitant, and regretful; to, as one friend terms it, "F- it!", and just do as Nike does, just do it.  (goal #2)
d.  to finish something that I started.  (goal #3)

So along with a knit blanket that I started in sudden enthusiasm, and stopped in equally sudden disinterest, and a needlepoint rabbit, which was supposed to be a present for my mother, and  was started in approximately elementary school, I intend to finish this blog.  Hopefully write in it everyday.

Let's do it.

~cc