Well, Happy 2013. I can’t say I’m sorry to see 2012 go – it was
easily one of the worst years of my life. I did have a great time saying so
long to it, though. We had a blast down at the Tap Room, and now I am feeling a
bit fragile.
Nonetheless, I got off work at noon and we went hiking out
to Independence Rock. It was clear and cold, but beautiful. And, even though
tracks in the snow told us we were not the first out there, everything still
felt shiny and pristine. We didn’t see anyone else the whole way. Afterward, we
grilled and devoured rib eyes.
Writers group was pretty cool. We are embarking on a
massive, mutual project that will take nine months – we’re calling it gestating
a novel, a labor of love. We got off to a great start and only got off track to
talk about Doctor Who and Merlin a very little bit. My husband’s girlfriend
worked late, so that meant that she stood behind me and talked really loudly
about all of the great things her boyfriend does while staring daggers into the
back of my head. At least I left before she did, so she couldn’t write any
dirty words on my car.
I spoke to the mayor about parachutes for the police cars,
and she said she’d conduct a feasibility study. We also discussed the need for
a signal, maybe a dinosaur shape. When the Koreans, Russians or Iranians
detonate an airborne nuclear warhead over the US, the electromagnetic pulse is
going to make standard communications impossible. We must resort to tried and
true methods of crime fighting, ala the Bat Signal.
I am looking into taking a welding class, just for giggles.
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