Sunday, January 11, 2004

Happy New Year and all that jazz! Don't feel like a new year, feel more like an old year spilling into a new year. I have no resolutions and I don't feel an upsurge of good cheer.

But I am happy. In a limited, sensible manner. None of which adjectives are going to apply an hour from now. Because it's time to end the vacation. It's time to get back to my insane life. With the choices that are careening out of proportion and landscapes veering out of focus.

Head up, shoulders straight, feet in motion...

Dance with me.