I’m up early, trying to follow one of my New Year’s traditions: putting in some work on my next book. It’s a chance to start as I mean to go on. The only light on is my desk lamp and the monitor screen. The sun is coming up, but there will be peace for a while longer. Even the cats haven’t started to demand food. Yet. That will probably come soon. In the quiet, there is an air of expectation, of something waiting to start with the promise of a new day. What’s waiting for you on this first day of the year?