New Year's is just three hours away in my corner of the world - and if the past ten years are any indication, my sweetheart and I will be asleep long before the ball drops. (Especially considering the glasses of
"Bitches Brew" imperial stout we had with dinner.)
My new down comforter arrived last week; along with new sheets, a mountain of pillows and duvet cover, Euclid quite approves. He's built for comfort, not speed - unlike us silly human beings, in our silly wheels, slaves to the machines we built to "liberate" us.
I wish you joy, I wish you peace; I wish you all the love, compassion and kindness you've shown me this past year time and again, a thousand times over. Our fandom is a good fandom.
See you on the flip side.