Well, well... the first day of another new year, my 65th, but who’s counting. Thanks to coffee and a one-and-done drink/in-bed-by- nine celebration last night, I greet the New Year wide-eyed and bushytailed. I write this by fire- light, swallowed in the gullet of an overstuffed Lazy Boy that reminds me of long ago times in Grandma’s lap at church, my head buried in the cleavage of her great bosom, a choir singing, “How Great Thou Art.”
In this morning’s darkness a similar warmth exudes from a natural gas hearth... its artificial embers glowing neon orange and blue flames licking noncombustible logs. I’m wondering around on paper here, whether to write anoth- er chapter in the same old book or start a new one? On a day symbolic of promise and oppor- tunity, maybe I’ll live with the ten pounds gained over “The Holidays” and resolve instead to change directions, maybe shake things up a bit. I mention this to Bobbie, already on her fourth “Challenger” Sudoku Puzzle.