First Robert Louis Stevenson essay read in 2011: "On the Enjoyment of Unpleasant Places." Already this is in the running for best title of the year.
First beverages of 2011: icy well water followed by scalding French-pressed French roast.
First procrastination of 2011: doing barn chores and reading Moby-Dick. Some things never change.
First big question of 2011: Can I get this damp firewood to light? [Answer: yes.]
First regret of 2011: Oddly enough, I can't think of one yet. [Soon--very, very soon--this will change.]
First angry thought of 2011: Paul LePage, our governor-elect, has decided to nix the traditional inaugural poetry reading for "something a little more interesting." All right: to be honest I was mad about this yesterday in 2010. But I'm still mad.
First random quotation of 2011: From Jean Genet's Our Lady of the Flowers: "I'm getting old. Soon I'll be thirty."
First writing project of 2011: A lecture on Milton for the Frost Place Advanced Poetry Seminar. Apparently, 2011 is the new 2009, at least in subject matter.
First wish for you in 2011: I think yesterday's "scattered details" wish is still as good as anything I else could hope for you. May they be plentiful and unexpected.