Off to the wilds of the Upper Peninsula of Michigan I go! Happy Hogswatch, one and all.
I don’t know what my internet connectivity will be like, so if I don’t post again between now and then–Happy New Year!
I will not do a year in review, because…well…I lived through it once already, and that was plenty. Let us hope and pray and beg any god inclined to have mercy that 2008 will be better than 2007. Another year like that’d probably kill me. I don’t usually assign malice to impersonal divisions of the calendar, but 2007 was a right bastard of a year. It pulled no punches, left no stone unturned in the pursuit of unalloyed suck. It was like going ten rounds with an angry saguaro cactus. It hurt.
More than just me, apparently–2007 apparently sucked horribly for a lot of people I know, generally on the relationship front as well. Something in the water, maybe–seems like half my friends got it too. Divorces, nasty break-ups, the lot. Still, we lived through it, one and all–staggering, punch-drunk, limping over the finish-line, taking that last nasty little sucker punch from 2007 as we go–(oof! there it was–right in the kidneys, too!)–but…we made it.
Some day I will look back on 2007 and…well, “laugh” is probably too strong a term. Chuckle bitterly, more likely. But at least we can lift our glasses and say “Thank god that’s over with…”
To 2008–it can only get better from here.
(Having posted this, I will, of course, be eaten by fairy wolves sometime on the 31st. Still. It’s a death with interest, anyway.)