Fast away the old year passes

Or rather, passed.

If the first day of the year portends the year itself in miniature, 2009 will include festivity, friends, sleep — punctuated by peculiar half-remembered dreams — and then quiet time for writing. There are worse omens.

Happy New Year, y’all.

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