New Year Wishes

How happy am I to see this decade end? Oh, so happy you cannot believe. I liked it when you could name your decades, you remember: the sixties, the seventies, etc. The years 2000 to 2009 seemed sort of barren, as far as names are concerned, and the teens we're running up to don't have that much of a ring to them either, come to think of it. On that note, I leave you with this image of me kissing a boy. I was five. It was the sixties. Swinging, definitely.

Christmas, Airports and Black Ice

Picked up the little one (who is now 21 and was sized-up in a restaurant in Santa Barbara by Rob Lowe last night) at JFK. Nothing like a road trip with a little black ice, one that lasted three hours from northern NJ and went bumper-to-bumper from the NJ Turnpike to the necessary exit on the Belt Parkway. Glad to have her here, glad to be back from that road trip. Hope everyone drives safely this holiday season. And don't forget to wear that seatbelt and take the keys from anyone who's had a little bit too much.

That Time of Year

Love Christmas (not). But this year, I'm trying. Done with finals, done with term papers (last one out the door tonight), moving back to Jersey and moving, as we all know so well, sucks.
Glad that it should all be done in two weeks' time, the sorting and the packing makes me wonder how I've collected so much junk in a year's time: I'd done the zen thing and moved with just the basics...now it's time to minimalize again.
Shucks. Just when I thought I could enjoy a few weeks off.