the ocean

I had a work trip to New Orleans this week and we decided to also do some fun stuff. Not that work isn't fun, of course. That's why people do it, honestly.

These are going to be my new words to live by.

Well, despite my best efforts, I am still aging. I turned 48 this week. It was a very low-key event, as events that fall on Wednesdays generally must me. I worked from home, I lit a roaring fire in the fireplace and read while listening to records, we ordered from my favorite Italian place for dinner, I opened a few (unnecessary, but appreciated) presents from Ian. We watched Waiting for Guffman, which it turns out Ian has never seen, which is of course a betrayal of the highest order. I enjoy exposing betrayals, though, so that was in and of itself kind of a present for me.

It was, I think, overall a good year to be me. I saw friends, went places, did things. (And yet still somehow failed to get airline status? Do better, United.) I had a big transition at work that turned out to be a pretty good one, and a big transition at home with the acquisition of a demon dog who did not sleep for the first six months or so of her tenure but turned out to be pretty cute, anyway. I read a lot, if not as much as probably everyone should. I watched too much television, but that's America's fault. 

This next year will probably be pretty similar. And if that's the case, good. I have very little to complain about, although of course I do. Again, America.