And so here we are, the last hours of 2016.
The year my life changed radically. A whole new era – a new Yuga, like they say in India.
A sage once said that one never sees the Day of the Yuga, but only knows it when it is past. For it dawns like any other day and passes in the same wise, recapitulating the history of the world.
I am sitting in my house, well-wrapped in warm clothes. My brother is outside loading a cart with wood for tonight. We will sit by the fireplace, listen to the radio, and then set ourselves to a slow, abundant, hearty dinner.
Tomorrow is the first day of 2017 – I don’t think I need to remind you of that – and 2017 is a clear slate, with some leftover scribblings from 2016.
Bills to pay, ends to make meet.
There will be books to read, songs to listen to, stories to write.
Which is what passes for life hereabouts, as far as I’m concerned and for the time being.
I’d like to sell a few stories, and I’d also like to start self-publishing again.
I miss Aculeo & Amunet.
We’ll see what tomorrow brings.
Stuff will happen, no matter if we like it or not.
And I think I’ll close this post with something that always makes me laugh, because we all need a good laugh tonight, don’t we?
And some good music.
Take care out there, have fun, and keep warm.
See you on the other side.