Sunrise on a new year.

So my New Years Eve was spent cleaning the garage, then running in front of the TV to see Dick Clark's ball drop and then having the cable immediately go out at 12a and about four seconds. I thought it was Y2K that was supposed to drop us back into the Stone Age, not Y2K+3!

Fortunately, yesterday morning, when I was dragged out of bed in order to continue cleaning out the garage, the cable was back on, because otherwise my head would have exploded and my brains spatter on the walls, which wouldn't be such a terrific start to the New Year.

Also fortunately, I only had two hours of garage cleaning to do before I had to bathe and get ready to leave the house.

On Christmas Eve my friend Susan had emergency surgery to remove her appendix, to which event most of our mutual friends reacted "What a terrible way to spend Christmas!" while I said, "What a brilliant, perfect Christmas, not dying!" since I still have Diane's death in my head. Anyway, my friend Joan and I went to visit Susan and congratulate her on her well-timed not-dying.

She lives way the fuck out by the beach which was only really an issue on the way home because dinner, while delicious, made me wildly ill. Besides that we had a swell time gossiping about online friends and enemies and I took some really nice sunset pictures out at the beach.

Also, I neither had to spend the day cleaning the garage nor at the party given by a friend of my mother's that I usually am forced to attend and try to avoid this woman's asshole son whom I grew up with and cannot really ignore.

Does any movie on earth look worse than Kangaroo Jack? Talk about the dawgs of January.

Sunset on the beach.

Today's horoscope:
Eager students are back in the classrooms and libraries. Mind and body alike crave a good workout. The new year might just be pages on a calendar, but Virgo finds the symbolism especially powerful.

One year ago today:
Mom and I did our double act of trying to shout each other down that we often do in company, or me making little jokes in the middle of her long stories as she takes a breath.

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