o what an inauspicious start to the new year. somehow my < div > tags have become magic spells, which spirit away everything that follows them.

what i wrote last night was that i had a choice between writing an entry, watching reruns of “lost”, reading and sleeping. the blog won, but clearly i should have spent the hour watching “lost” instead. first time ’round, it seemed like the kid would wake for a feed in the last fifteen minutes of every episode. that and the fact that the promos kept promising things that were never delivered… in the end “lost” lost me. i am assured however, in the promos for the next season, that i will find out what’s at the bottom of the hole, in the first three minutes. we shall see.

new year’s eve, me and maeve were talking to the friendly neightbours across the way, and i asked what my balcony was like for that night’s fireworks. “this is the place to be,” they said, and pointed to a large flat thing being towed across the water into our line of sight. “look! here comes the barge from which they set off the fireworks.”

come midnight, i was perched on the balcony, chin on the railing. the fireworks were right there and the building trembled from fifteen minutes of crackle-crackle-BOOM. miraculously, maeve slept through it all.

this year i resolve to be better.

look ma, no < div > tags.