Moving by degrees to the blank reach of 2007. I like it. Those ripe green ones that still have juice in them.
This year has been one of hysterical extremes; I’ve gone through more of what I like to call road learning (as opposed to “book learning,” and I forget who used to say that to me back when but it came up often, book larnin’, yep) than I expected. I’ll be glad to put it down at the last of December, look up, and whisper my goodbyes to the year that was.
(Lame duck. See? Tottering duckly? Hmm … more coffee might be just the thing, now that you mention it.)