Another year down the crapper

Well, here it is New Year Eve. Or, as some people say, New Year's Eve. If they say the latter, they inevitably say, Have a great New Year's! Or, Happy New Year's! Or worse, Happy New Years. What does that mean?!
I'm feeling a little run down. Still dealing with the low iron situation. I'm back into yoga, though, and am liking it more than ever. Who knows where I'll go with it. I am going to take a master class in January with some dude who created Power Vinyasa, which is my favorite. And one of my fav instructors is certified by this dude. Actually, the master class is full, so I signed up for the teacher training, but I don't really have any intention of teaching. Not everything has to become a career!
I really did a number on myself when I fell on Diesel. Then I made it worse by ignoring it for a month and then straining my back unloading melamine shelving for Marco. Big huge slabs of it. I've been popped twice in the last week, but I think I'll need a 3rd visit.
I sure hope 2004 is better than 2003.