Spin me 'round again and rub my eyes.

Thanksgiving was (in some ways surprisingly) lovely. Sigh. I love meditation. And drugs. And therapy. And the fact that I’ve come a long way since this time last year.

There is little else to say. Life marches on. Hard to believe that we’re now rounding the bend toward “The Holidays.” Seems like we just did this. I can’t remember if I feel this way every year, but it seems like this was the fastest one yet. Looking at the calendar now, it’s like every minute is planned between now and the dawn of 2007. I hope to make that not be the case, and to enjoy each minute of downtime as it comes, here, at the twilight of yet another year.

I heard on NPR today that the Iraq war (which is now being called a “civil war,” by the way) is officially longer than the United States’ involvement in World War II. Holy fuck. How has this happened? (That is a rhetorical question.)

Somehow the approach of winter feels right. The darkness at 4:00 fits like a glove. The only discrepancy is the short sleeves I still find myself sporting each day. It’s disorienting. Enough to tip the scales just slightly out of balance.