Ending

[rejectomorph]

Here it is New Year's Eve Eve already and I haven't given a minute's thought to what my New Year resolutions will be. Oh, wait. I don't make New Year resolutions. If I did make them, then this year I'd be tempted to resolve to get a job picking through trash in San Francisco. I wouldn't be one of the artists with a grant, but just a regular employee of the dump, rooting through all the stuff that came in. I'm aware that there's some irony in my coveting a job rooting through the trash other people have discarded when I have so much of my own that could use sorting out, and doubtless much that deserves discarding. But then I have a fairly good idea of what I'll find when I sort through my stuff, while the dump's trove would be full of surprises. That, as far as I'm concerned, makes it all right.

But there's not much chance of me ending up in San Francisco, so for now I'm just going to root through the junk inside my head.

Ooh, that's enough of that!



Weather. There is bright moonlight tonight and no prospect of clouds anytime soon, so I'm expecting the new year to begin clear and cold. Last year at this time it was rainy and cold. It's nice to have a change.