I’m not making any resolutions, and I’m not even trying to guess what 2009 will bring for me or anyone else. I just want this winter to be over.
Still, it was an alright year as far as I was concerned, not a very alright one as far as the world in general was concerned, I guess, and maybe I should just feel lucky that my couch is cozy and my coffee still hot. I mean, I even had a few minutes under a genuinely hot shower at our new place! I even spoke to human beings, instead of staring at them longingly from across the great divide, and instead of getting all happy and excited when a little red number “1” pops up on my Thunderbird during the day – only to discover that it’s Amazon.com, trying to sell me some third-rate Diana biography from a spider-infested shelf somewhere.
See, it can’t all be that bad.
Cheers! And goodbye to my year, the year of the Rat. The zodiac has swung around again, with some weird purpose of its own. Twelve years ago, I was living in Charlotte, hoping that Jean-Luc Picard would come pick me up in his pimped-out spacemobile on a cold winter night like this one. The more things change, the more they stay the same.
“Year of the Rat” – Badly Drawn Boy.