It’s New Year’s Eve and as a complete social failure, I’m stretching a several years-long streak of doing nothing on NYE by another year. Instead, this year I’ll drive the 18-year-old to a friend’s party, come home, and then see the new year in quietly with Marianne and Jess. I expect to do some kind of year in review blog and even to do some book stuff, but since no-one reads this thing anymore who even knows? I’ve been blogging since May 2002 and I’m not entirely sure why.
Today, so far has been a wasted say. Some 2020 reading is sitting on the coffee table, silently rebuking me for paying it so little attention, there’s stuff to do for work, and I’m not really listening to music because of my hearing these days. Fun times.