It's 2200 on New Years Eve. My wife went to bed. We're not on the best terms right now anyway.
Most people would classify my situation on this celebratory passing of the annum as quite sad. I have, however, one save and grace.
My son.
We are thoroughly enjoying America's Funniest Home Videos. After this goes off, we will engage in Wii based multiplayer combat. Then, at the stroke of midnight, when the year fades into twilight, and while the whole eastern seaboard raises their drinks and sings Auld Lang Syne, I will hug my son and kiss his forehead.
Old acquaintance should not be forgot.
