Bright Side

The good thing about living in a ridiculously drafty apartment when it's 17 degrees Fahrenheit outside:  it makes even non-lap-loving cats feel snuggly.


That's about the only good thing, but I'll take it.

We spent a typically low-key New Year's Eve at home on the couch together. MB worked on computer projects and I read The Amber Spyglass and we both zonked out at a quarter till twelve, only to wake up to my phone ringing as my wonderful, sweet dad called to wish us a happy new year. New Year's Day dawned ASS COLD, so we stayed in for most of it, trying to avoid the wind blowing in through the gap between the panes of the sliding door and watching season 2 of Buffy. It was somewhat calm, quiet, and unassuming, but so is our life for the most part, so in the end it seemed like a perfect way to wrap up a damn good year. And now, 2008 is stretching out before us, full of promise, with some sort of scary but also really exciting things on the horizon. Sweet.