I had a fruit cup for dinner.

Technically, my diet allows for (and recommends) a great deal more, but who has the time? I have plans to make and people to see.

My only official New Year’s resolution was to write down a daily to-do list in a little green book, then accomplish each of the items on the list on the appropriate day. These activities would encompass both common errands and tasks from some of the larger goals I have set for myself, like working on my business, exercising, and writing my novel.

The little green book has assumed control over my life, sending me hither and yon on any number of adventures. Today, the little green book told me to drive to the vet and pick up some pills for Goblin, so I did. The little green book approved. Yesterday, I was commanded to get a haircut, and who was I to argue? I have already accomplished more this year than I did in the past three years combined, so the little green book must know what it's talking about.

One time, I asked the little green book what would happen if I didn’t perform an activity on the day it was scheduled. The little green book gave me such a little green look that I haven’t dared ask that question again. The new corollary to my New Year’s resolution is not to make the little green book angry.

Something tells me I wouldn’t like it when it’s angry.