My computer works faster up here. I couldn’t tell you why that is. Maybe it’s the lower temperature? No, that couldn’t be it. Shit’s about the same as in So-Cal. Maybe it’s the time of day? Could that be a factor? In any case, somehow this old girl’s running at near-maximum efficiency, even with all these porn videos buffered. My new heater whirrs violently behind me, seated atop my refrigerator to perfect the juxtaposition of hot and cold. My face is tingly from the caffeine I ingested in order to make the drive. I am tired, I am weary.
December rolled in like a thick fog that quietly descended from the heavens to muddle and confuse and distract us, and imbue fear and permeate anxiety. And just as we are beginning to get used to our obstructed surroundings, unable to see more than ten feet ahead in every direction, the fog dissipates without warning or premonition, uncovering the world that was shrouded from view just moments ago. And we discover that although the road is now clear, and the stars shine bright and twinkle in the moonless sky above, we are still as disoriented and lost as before. Eventually though, we reach our destination, only realizing that the new year is approaching rapidly, it’s arrival imminent and inescapable. We are not ready for it.
But are we ever?
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