With memories of days gone by

I seem to be in something of a livejournal minority in that, so far as I am concerned, 2005 did not wholly suck. The academic side of my life was more difficult this year, in unforeseen and some as-yet unresolved ways; my personal life was also not uncomplicated, including a death in the extended family and the death of someone I had known since very early childhood. This was no good at all. On the other hand, I also had two collections and a chapbook published, gained a close friend, and translated an entire myth from Akkadian. I don't want to live through 2005 again. But it could have been a much worse year.

Last night, I had dinner with gaudior, rushthatspeaks, and lignota, and then we (minus lignota and plus boy) brought hot cider, pots for banging, and went to meet nineweaving and adrian_turtle on Cambridge Common for to wake the sun. I had a conch shell. nineweaving had mince pies and a lantern. adrian_turtle had oatmeal cookies. We feasted, poured a libation in cider, and made a racket. More importantly, we were not arrested. The sun had better come back now.

It is beginning, very faintly, to snow. I like this. May everyone have a better year.