This year I spent it limping. The day before this one I went hiking, and slipped, and sat down right on top of a spear-shape broken tree. A ruined pair of pants, a glass of blood, and barely covered dignity later I made it home and so far without seeing a doctor. I got a home made cheese cake from sis, a bottle of face wash(!), a few cards, and some warm wishes from oversea. Also went out to NJ for some on sale sashimi, which turned out to be (sort of) sham, but we got some anyway. And ate 'em. I like them raw and with nothing else.