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I went to a New Year’s Eve party with shotguns taped to my chair. They were plastic. The party was post-apocalyptic. Because, y’know, the world is supposed to end in this year. Depending on whom you speak to. I think we’re good. Even better now that I know what day it is. You see, I lost a day or two back there. I know I’m not the only one. Happy New Year, folks. I hope you’re caught up, too. Even…
And so, I’m back in front of Hemingway with a cup of coffee a safe distance away. We got to Glasgow after dark on Christmas Eve, met with hugs and pretzels. We then settled down to watch Bad Santa for the second time in 24 hours. Followed by Mr Popper’s Penguins, during which I fell asleep. Sarge still hasn’t forgiven me. The air-mattress was the same height as the couch. I may have rolled from one to the other and…
And so, I may be sitting here listening to music, getting ready to break open the Baileys and watch an episode of The Sopranos before we get the train to Glasgow tomorrow. There was one last traipse around the mall today. I came home with a headache and a realisation, as I do every year. It’s not about the stuff. I can’t wait to get where I’m going tomorrow, I need to give my Dad a hug, and laugh for…
This was my do not want list for 2011. Except for a few items, it worked. So I’ve been thinking on another one. I won’t have time for the following things next year. Because I’ll be having too much fun concentrating on other things. Boredom. I used to say that bored people weren’t creative enough. And then I got over myself. But boredom isn’t fun, and really isn’t productive. And so, less of that. I love my life, I…
