Greetings from windswept Galveston, Texas. We arrived here two days ago. Most of my wife's family and their accompanying offspring are here (the last stragglers arrive in the next couple of days). All of us are living in a large rental house right on the shores of the Gulf. It's beautiful, but we're sort of living all over each other. At the very least, we're all eating -- and drinking -- with gusto, my little ones are having a ball playing with their gathered army of cousins, and I've managed to finally finish the sprawling Michael Palin's Diaries 1969-1979: The Python Years. There is a high speed internet connection here, but unfortunately, none of us have really been able to make it work. As such, I'm currently squatting on some neighboring beach house's WiFi router, which crashes with infuriating regularity. This may be the last post here before I return to my beloved New York City.
With that in mind, I'd like to take a brief moment to ruminate on the year about to end. I don't like bandying phrases around like "worst year ever" or "bleakest year of my life" (surely using such words only tempts fate), but to borrow the title of an old Bad Religion album, Could Hell Be Any Worse? On a personal level, between my job being eliminated right out from under me and an illness in my family (not to mention the sudden passing of my friend Paul Raven), it hasn't exactly been the jolliest year for me. On the bright side, I've been able to spend an inordinate amount of time with my still very little children, a luxury I'd imagine few fathers get to enjoy. When I do return to the workforce, I will assuredly miss the constance of their company.
While I figuratively shake my fist at 2007, I'm hopeful and optimistic for 2008. I look forward to a new job (hopefully transpiring soon), a new period of productive activity and new challanges for myself and my family. In short, I simply cannot say goodbye to 2007 soon enough.
Happy New Year.
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