This morning: dragged my sleepy bod out from the between the sheets at an indecently early hour. Showered, shaved, pulled on gym clothes. Stumbled out the door into not very user-friendly weather -- gray, cold, rain pissing down. (The case most mornings this week, the local jerkoff weather deities apparently having decided to make us work and suffer for our Christmas spirit.) Made the mercifully brief slog to the gym, part of a general decision to get back into a vaguely regular schedule with that, after a wildly erratic three-month span.
Have been paying little attention to the end of the year thing -- best-of lists, reviews of the year's news, blah blah blah. On one hand, the hooha about the end of the calendar year (to me, an arbitrary division) mostly provokes in me a reaction of shrugging indifference; on the other hand the days have been skidding by at such whiplash-inducing velocity that there just hasn't been time to wade through the tsunami of year-end spewings.
So, yes. Skidding by. And suddenly here we are the end of one more jaunt around the sun. After running around the barrio this morning being responsible, taking care of errands, my afternoon got spent in a sustained bout of responsibility avoidance, doing as little as humanly possible without descending into total, irredeemable, slothful decadence. Retreating, basically, in an effort to deal with a sense of panicked disbelief at the speed at which our year-long clownshow careens by -- days, weeks, months whipping past, holidays being one reminder of all that, path markers pounded into the overgrowth at the side of the path, providing hair-raising reminders that it wasn't so very long ago that we passed that very same spot along the year's trail. Only then the markers were scrawled with the number '2008'. (Remember 2008? Feels so long ago now, so very freakin' distant. Almost prehistoric.)
But I blather.
This evening, the weather took an ugly turn. I went out to meet up with someone, found myself being pelted with intense rain, a cold wind working to make the experience even more hilarious. The rain let up, then returned as hail. Then sleet. Then as rain again.
Most everything was closed, this being New Year's Eve. The few joints that had their doors open for business were absolutely crammed with people, lines of chatting, drinking humans spilling out entryways to the street. Between that and the meteorological comedy underway, my companion and I decided to return to the warm, cosy shelter of a living space equipped with heat, running water, cooking facilities, all that. To eat, to talk, to cuddle. (Maybe in that order, maybe not.)
Feliz año a todos y todas. See you in 2010.
España, te amo.
rws 9:32 PM [+]
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