I spent New Year’s Eve cleaning my house. It’s probably symbolic, but I just couldn’t stand to start the new year surrounded by sticky floors, smelly hampers, and rotting vegetables. By the time we counted down the last few seconds, we were surrounded by yelling friends and children wearing silly hats and blowing loud horns (who’s idea were those??). And my house was clean. I slept well this morning.
2009. Bring it on.