We've eaten our good-luck sauerkraut with friends and family and have the half-empty crock and pile of dishes to prove it. And now Genevieve is stirring up a batch of molasses cookies as her way of relaxing. Ben is going to the park with a neighbor pal, and my husband is wheeling down his bike for a ride. I'm off to the sofa to puzzle over a new knitting project. If Phoebe was not napping, she would offer her all-purpose holiday greeting: "happy to you!" Indeed.