The last day of the year.
I write this on D’s laptop, from high atop Chicago. The lake is frosty blue; the sky meets its intensity.
Another year is passing.
I’m grateful for its pains and its joys. I’m grateful for it all, and for the glorious beginning of another.
Goodbye Rigor dear.
Goodbye John Ritter.
Goodbye third year of the new millennium.
Hello second year of marriage.
Hello two thousand four.