Well, 2018 sure wasn‘t what I expected. Leaving aside the dumpster fire that was most of Western civilization, on a personal level it was weird. Last month I hit the 5 year anniv. of my father‘s death and mom‘s subsequent breast cancer diagnosis. And somehow I feel like I can take a breath again, & that my mental load is lighter. So I‘m not going to beat myself up for falling 12 books short of my goal. Instead I‘m hoping for a more upbeat year.