At the Year's End

Right. Cleaned the place for next year, showered, got the potato salad ready for tonight, now all I need to do is decide what to wear. Which may take some time. But I know where I'll be tonight, and I'm so in the mood to have some fun with friends.

Dreamt of going swimming last night. Good; means I'm serious about this. Either that, or it's because of that storm last night - I woke up once and thought the roof was going to be blown away.

I have seriously watched too much House in the past two weeks; I've caught myself limping and making acid remarks. And making House icons. No more House for at least a week.

Now the crows are flying over the house again, gathering in the dusk until the whole swarm flies to where they spend the night. It's quite a thing to see, and it happens every winter evening, regardless of the year. It's all arbitrary anyway. As is shown by the people who've been playing with fireworks for the past three days.

To everyone who is still reading this - have a teriffic, brilliant, successful, wonderfully crazy New Year, filled with love, health and happiness. All the best to you all.