I am thankful for a warm bed and a pushy cat and a robot that makes me coffee as long as I feed it the night before. I am thankful for 2006, which has been a good year, finally, after a string of about eight bad ones. I am thankful for today, which is wintery and cold and the only thing I have to do is go to the gym and practice guitar--and those are, of course, things it would be good for me to do, not things I must do or the world is gonna come break my fingers.
I am a happy person. I told my mother the other day that I was content, and she replied that that was genetically unlikely.
You know something? This is all right. You should try it, if you haven't.
So I did the year-in-review post here, and now I have decided that it was completely boring. So I took it out. Because I'm not so interesting I need to regurgitate old mundane posts you can look up yourselves, if you care.
Happy New Year!
More robot coffee now.
215,001 words for the year so far, and still six writing days left. *g* Wouldn't it be nice to get that fifty pages done by the end of the year?