The last day of 2008.
I wonder what the new year will bring.
I think back over my last few weeks; the fullness, chaoticness of them. So full and chaotic that I’m even making up words about how full and chaotic they were.
I think about our plans for the evening – sitting at home, Grumpy saying he couldn’t be bothered with it all and he’ll probably go to bed early. I think, yet again, I missed the opportunity to invite some people over and have a couple of drinks and some fun with some great people.
I think about what I have planned for the next day, the next week, the next month.
Hmmm. Still all seems pretty chaotic to me.
I sit for a minute. There in front of me is the new magnetic Hangman that Monkey Boy got for Christmas.
I love Hangman.
I talk Monkey Boy and Grumpy into playing with me. It’s my go, and I don’t have to think very hard about the word.
It’s just there. In my head.
The guessing starts. “B” … “nope” and so on and so forth until they are one letter away from getting hung.