December 31, 2002
The ball is nowhere near dropping but I can end this month safely now, and thus end this year. It'll be a quiet night. Dinner at the restaurant where we had our wedding meal and then home to bed, Twilight Zone marathon on in the background. How many New Years Eves did I used to ponder, in Septembers and Octobers -- who I would be with, what would we do, what should I wear? That was important to me then –- and fun, then. Now, I look to the future. It starts over every day, not just on New Years Eve.