Weight: Hah. At the moment I'm up about ten pounds from last year, of which at least five is real. Not disaster, but not good.
Exercise: Started out well, but everything went to hell in April or so. No net gian, which at this point in my life is a net loss.
Writing: No fiction, more than a dozen poems, one silly filk, and a smattering of non-fiction. There have certainly been worse years, but nothing to write home about.
Relationships: Marriage stable, one good friend going to hell-on-earth, several promising new on-line friends. Good, but complex and often frustrating.
House: My personal space is still a disaster; little significant work got done on the porch, or the rest of the house. The unplanned electrical work in the basement is expensive and won't show, much, but may save the house from burning down.
Money: Refinanced the house twice, due to schedule changes and other things, got a 20% pay raise. Best year ever, probably.
Dreams: The Lake crossing is taking shape, and I am starting to believe in it. The Appalachian Trail still looks improbable, but that is not strictly speaking my dream. Writing is stagnant; things I don't say out loud won't be said out loud.