All things considered, with 2012 being my personal worst year (Wingman dying, Sandy destroying so many belongings in the house as well as losing my job all within 92 days) this year was at least tolerable. As I recall, 2014 was more about getting it together than getting together.
That's not to say there weren't good times. The trip to Florida to help someone deal with her ex was great. Surrounding myself with thirty or so cute college boys for a home-cooked meal in March was a night I'll always remember. And, of course, nothing could beat the surprise birthday party my kids threw for me in October. But it was New Year's Eve alone in 2013, followed by the same on Valentine's Day and Mother's Day which turned most nights last year into my own version of Groundhog's Day. There were too many nights sitting alone WITH the dog and not enough nights putting ON the dog.