As I type this, I am officially at the half-way point through my final Friday night overnight shift as a News Desk Editor at TIME Magazine (see this post of earlier in the month for details). Since we were granted a week off -- or "dark week," as we call it -- following the Person of the Year issue, I figured I wouldn't bother taking any time off between finishing up at my old job and starting my new job next week. Besides, knowing me, I'd only have spent that free time stewing and worrying about what lies ahead. Better that I should make the transition a quick one and jump right in. So, as of this coming Tuesday, January 3, 2006, I will officially be working for this outlet, located right in the veritable crotch of Times Square.
Beyond the new job, 2006 promises further huge changes for me. As I may have alluded in previous posts, my wife is pregnant with our second child. Charlotte, our first (see above), will be just a little over two years old by the estimated arrival of her sibling, an event that will invariably rock her little world (and mine too, doubtlessly). I can't help worrying about how Charlotte is going to react/adjust to no longer being the epicenter of the household, but I'm sure we'll work through it (virtually every family does). In due course, there's the very real probability that the new addition to our family will usher in the pressing need to move to a bigger space. Given the abject ludicrousness of the Manhattan real estate market, there's a very distinct possibility that we may have to bid farewell to my beloved native Manhattan in favor of the (very) slightly more affordable Brooklyn or --- God help me -- Westchester.
For someone who enjoys huge life changes as much as he enjoys swift kicks to the groin, 2006 is shaping up to be a kind've scary prospect. That said, all the changes before me are positive ones, and I'm ultimately nothing if not entirely blessed, considering the circumstances. With all the impending developments, I may not have quite as much time to devote to serving up my usual brand of fare here, but I promise to do my very best to keep Flaming Pablum teetering precariously on the edge.
In the interim, however, it's still only 2:35 am here at the TIME News Desk (and I'm here until 8am). To the best of my knowledge, I'm the last person left here and the halls are still and silent. I'm currently cranking "Wild America" by Iggy Pop out of my computer in an effort to curtail my penchant for sentimental scab-picking, but it's no use. I'm sad to be leaving this place and these people. But this is the end. I can't believe this is the last time I'll be doing this.
But enough of my weepin'. In the event that I don't post again before tomorrow night (which I probably won't), let me just say HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ONE AND ALL!