Better than the Last Two

I picked up a New York Times in the Dallas/Ft. Worth airport yesterday and, after reading the extremely witty and ever elusive Maureen Dowd, happened upon a poem that captures my heart. That is to say the poem accurately describes what I feel inside, not necessarily that my heart responded to it in a unique fashion, although that's true as well. I suppose this will make no sense at all to many, but we continue to try for the few rather than the many. Anyway, I posted in here because, well, because I liked it.
I'm back in New York City after a week visit from my brother and then a week in Arizona. I must say the weather and the company were equally exquisite in the southwest. I am blessed beyond measure by the people in my family - father, mother, grandparents, cousins, and friends. Ironically, I caught a cold there in sunny Scottsdale and am still trying to get rid of a nasty cough. I have one more day off before school begins again. Tomorrow will be filled with lesson planning, grad school homework, and who knows what else.
This will be a good year, perhaps even a great one because it does matter.