Head in a whirl tonight, hamster wheeling thoughts. Imagined scene for the now totally internal novel that will probably never gel. Remembered strange experiences as a nurse, always the most gross. Over and over. Uncomfortable and preoccupied. Awaiting the onslaught of the storm. Not that tomorrow matters, I don't have to be anywhere. The day after is when the snow will likely accumulate, and I do have to make it to work then.
Not that New Year signifies, but the collective focus on starting anew draws me in. Not for resolutions. Perhaps a renewal of older vows, though. To be calm and cheerful, compassionate and kind always. To refrain from complaint and utterly reject anger as a valid form of expression. To dance again, and sing more.
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