2010 is here, Dick Clark is very shiny and orange and people are still trying to get away with wearing those doofy 200_ glasses, despite it being a new decade. Get the net, folks.
M. and I spent NYE in Iowa for the second year in a row. Oddly, I saw more people that evening than I usually do on any given weekend in Chicago. I don't know that I should be admitting that in a public forum, but this is the internet, so you all know about introversion.
While I find the whole resolution-making thing passe, I will say that generally I resolve to be bigger of heart and smaller of butt. Also, to put some more poems out into the world. And maybe finish reading The Faerie Queene.
Each succeeding year sounds more and more like science fiction. Remember when 10 years seemed like an impossible increment of time? I'm old enough that I remember the 90's fairly well, but the oughties was my first adult decade, so I'm waxing nostalgic. Two degrees, one divorce, and precious few moments of triumph later - for the first time - I do not have a clear path ahead of me. I highly recommend that.