Lamest post of 2011

[muckefuck]

monshu wanted me to post a bit about our revels, but I'm still too bleary from them. All I managed to get done today was two phone calls, a couple of e-mails, and a load of laundry. I'm wearing the same clothes I went to bed in. We didn't even cook beyond heating water for tea and toasting bread (unless you count softening goat cheese in the microwave).

I've enjoyed everyone's Year in Review posts even though I don't go in for that sort of thing myself. It's not that I don't like to look back--if anything, I overindulge in it. I'm so often comparing where I am today to where I was a month or a year ago that it's too routine to constitute a ritual.

What strikes me most about 2010 is that fewer sucky things happened than in 2009. (That's fainter praise than it deserves.) I'm still reeling from some of the losses of 2009, but those of 2010--although some were plenty upsetting at the time--feel pretty much behind me. I'd like to think of 2010 as the Year I Pulled My Head Out of My Ass, but in retrospect it will probably just go down as one in which I worked it a bit closer to the exit. And I'm content with that.