Happy New Year.

What a fabulous holiday break.

We spent 14 glorious, sunny 85 degree days on the beach in Delray, Florida…devoured 10 books and logged many miles on my new Fitbit, walking on the white, sandy stretches.

Life doesn’t get better than that.

I swam laps for an hour every day and discovered that is definitely the ticket to feeling strong and pain free.

Santa was very good to the Lubov/Catzel clan and we also did our best to pass it forward.

The last week of 2015, the family spent in NYC seeing movies, plays, eating, walking, going to museums and getting my teeth cleaned by the gentle and charming Dr. Levy.

Thank goodness that only happens twice a year.

The NY Giants broke my heart again…4 consecutive years eliminated from the NFL playoffs.

I have no words except FIRE the entire team except Odell Beckham, Jr. I know he responded inappropriately against the Panthers, but he is still the only good thing about the Giants in 2015.

General Manager, Jerry Reese, has worn out his welcome…let’s get our shit together and have a watchable team moving forward.

New Year’s Eve was spent with the charming Francesco, owner of Sociale, the amazing restaurant in Brooklyn Heights.

Our divine dining experience included an incredibly delicious soup loaded with crab meat and sausage.

The scallops were sizable and sweet.

We reserved a town car for the journey home, passing through a bejeweled Manhattan, showcasing the intoxicating multi-colored Empire State Building lite up for the elaborate NYC New Year’s Eve celebration.

We participated in our own rancid version of The Voice, joyously and boisterously singing along to pop hits…the driver thought we were cra cra.

A flawless ending to 2015 and the perfect start to a, hopefully, stunning 2016.

And, the Devil is back.