A New Year

Well, with the distant rumble of fireworks the New Year began almost three hours ago.

   

I saw out the old year in marvelous fashion. I ate a meal prepared at home with my family. I listened to some fine music. I lost myself in a good book.

I started the New Year off with taking a long hot shower. I imagined all of my broken dreams, my grief, my impossible longings for people I can never have, any lingering resentments towards anyone for anything, and disease and pain going down the drain with the soapy used water.

Now it is off to bed, for what will hopefully be the second night of unbroken sleep in a row.