ksmith | A new year

Slowest day ever at the day job. I filed. Cleaned and washed my desk and changed over calendars. Cleaned the group coffeemaker. I could have played badminton and no one would have noticed unless I broke a ceiling sprinkler with a shuttlecock or something.

I plan to be offline for the rest of the day, so. Happy New Year to one and all. Hope the next decade is better than this one.

Retrospective? I'm lousy at looking back, but I think the best I can say about the aughts is that I survived. I lost two parents, the process of which shook me as nothing else ever had and the processing of which goes on to this day.

Lost a dog who along with King helped teach me what dog logic is about. Sort of. Still learning there, as well. I can't believe I ever thought that dogs weren't all that complex. One definite change I can point to between Kris 2000 and Kris 2009.

Published 4 books, one novella, and a short story. I see other people's production over this same time, and I just...shake my head.

Hopes for the coming decade? That I continue to learn, and to want to learn, because to lose that urge leads to a different sort of death. That I continue to write. Keep the friends I have, and make new ones. That I find my Home, the place on the planet that says yes. Hopefully before I hit my 60s because seven decades is a helluva a long time to feel temporary.