Nothing of absolutely any importance is going on in my life. Seriously. Besides finishing Atlas Shrugged
, which IS something of considerable note. Weak ending, but overall, very engaging, thought-provoking, intriguing, and frustrating. And long. Very, very long.
Had my first pole party with two of the girls I had class with. I made pear bread
, which turned out marvelously. We all had fun, working on old things and trying a few new things. Putting the pole on spin is somewhat terrifying.
I really can't believe that it's going to be 2010. I don't know where the year went or how to get it back. ... though I not really certain I want to get most of it back. A lot of 2009 kindof sucked. But a lot of it was also really, really good. A lot of new friends, new activities, a major change of life, a move... all in all, I like where I am at the end of 2009 a lot more than where I was at the beginning.
A friend asked me the other day what my resolutions for 2010 were going to be. Now... I'm really not one to make resolutions. I never, ever keep them. I attempt to have goals, but those usually don't work out either. I know I want to continue on in my 50 Books in a Year goal, for the third year running. I'd like to finish Merry Widow. I'd like to write more, in general, and really... just be more productive.
I suppose we'll just have to see what happens, won't we?