There's not much time left in 2009 before the credits roll and the custodians come through to sweep the popcorn from under our feet.
The ends of years always make me wistful--no big surprise, considering how I keep a death grip on time, and feel breathless whenever I turn the page in my calendar.
Shouldn't there be something epic and wonderful I could do, to tie off the end of the year and wave goodbye? (And I don't mean a New Year's party--appetizers, firecrackers, countdowns... it's not quite what I have in mind.) I don't know. Something big. Something splendid.
Today, however, is quiet instead of splendid. So this is how I'm celebrating December 30 this year:
* I watched the snow trickling into our backyard.
* Worked on roughing in more of my novel's sequel. (That's big and splendid. Woo hoo!)
* Made a list of knits to make for Squirrel & Serif before Valentine's Day.
* Talked with Mom over a cinnamon mocha (yum).
* Stared out at the glow of our Christmas lights in the early evening.
It makes for a peaceful second-to-last day... and maybe that's all right for an ending, after all. Maybe that's all right.