Flying Pancakes

As i drive down this street with tears streaming down my face, which of course is no good for driving, i wonder what it is i’ve done.  But this is a new year.  His mother gave me cookies…and i felt like a rotten human being.  But this is a new year.  I spent last night making cookies for sam’s mother and inadvertantly frightening Lex’s little brother.  It was a quiet new year’s…no wild party, just the lights turned low, the glow of a colorful christmas tree and on the television regis incorrectly counting down the final seconds of the year.  Then Denny’s and a friendly drunk person next to us.  His friend threw a pancake at his face…and Alex in her stoicism driving him crazy.  Twas wonderful. 

I have long ago realised the futility of making resolutions, instead i simply reserve hope for the coming year.  There are many projects that need starting and even more that need wraping up.  But this is a new year and i hope for some success.  Good luck to you all, hope you found what you wanted last night and continue to do so in the coming year.

Tomorrow at 8:00 a.m. i will be on the Amtrak train going to Chicago, and classes start bright and early tuesday morning.  Goodbye St. Louis.