Could be like yesterday, then 2010 will be a great year.

Ok, I just had a lot of trouble typing that number. How strange. How awkward. 2010. Almost mistyped it again.

We spent the day home for the most part, with the exception of a trip to the comic book store so the boys could spend their bit of Christmas money on superheroes. They love them, but the house is now being terrorized by that menace, “Lex Loofah!” (I refuse to correct them on this.)

Of course, my husband is giddy as he watches his boys fall in love with something so close to his heart - you’ve seen his comics blog, yes? And I got a kiss for being able to name every character to which the logos on the awning of the store corresponded. Hey, there were eight of them, and I even knew Thor and Green Lantern, with his weird circle between two lines motif. I rocked it.

We showed the boys a few scenes from the Superman movie (only where he flies and rescues people. And when he lifts the car as a boy.) and we both got a bit choked up over their excitement. Move over Lightning McQueen, I think you may have been replaced by something bigger and better, faster and stronger. And oh, Christopher Reeve, how I love you.

It was warm and sunny enough to get out in the garden and tie up a few loose ends. We had what remained of the salad greens for lunch. I still have cherry tomatoes coming in on my plant in the greenhouse. I’m running a little experiment to see how long it will live.

I made a big feast of cider chicken and potatoes last night. We busted out the nice plates. Hubby and I had our New Year’s Day mimosas. Sam even ate his chicken.

It was a good start.

This morning the fire is going. My coffee is especially good. And this morning I found out a friend has had a healthy baby girl, born January 1, 2010. So if I have to be up right now, I suppose this is the best way to do it.

Happy 2010.