Xander flirted with brain infection and loss of an eye. Grandma died. Max popped his elbow out of its socket three times in forty-eight hours. I broke my wrist. My car was totalled and the basement flooded the week Nathan was born, a birth for which the anesthesiologist forgot to give Lori any pain meds. Aunt Sarah died.
Best year ever.
(Of course; otherwise I'd be doing it wrong.)
A year is what you make of it; not what happens to you.
 Read as "viewing".
 No offense intended for those who have had terrible years and are unable to find a good angle. "There go I" and all that.