December 31,  2003

      i remember the first New Year's Eve after i met Himself.  i sat at home in the house that i lived in then ... essentially alone as i'd far removed myself from the relationship i was in, although i was not aware of that yet, nor was the partner de jour. i tried to find the journal entry, to jog my memory, but i haven't been successful.

      And now it is years later, and i'm living far away from that past life.  Himself has already gone off to bed.  Not exactly what i'd hoped for this night, but He was tired and i am determined to see midnight arrive, in spite of my own weariness.  So i'll call my son, and then make my way to bed.  And when i wake up it will be another year - a year that i pray will be happy for everyone.

      i feel like i'm having a 'just me' moment.