Twenty-Ten

i think i am going to refer to the year as "twenty"whatever from now on.  "two thousand" is one syllable too many.

twenty ten.

ahem.

and we're starting the new year off right... it's garbage night.  we have two weeks worth of TRASH around here that i can't wait to get out from the garage, out from underfoot.  it's like last year's last hurrah.  last annoying hurrah.

it's always a little bittersweet that christmas is over, and new year's eve/day was really just like any other eve/day despite the hype.  and now we have to go back to just saying "goodbye" when we part ways with someone instead of "merry christmas" (or happy holidays... or happy hanukkah *hahaha timm*).

hmm...

i've written, and deleted, and revised, and deleted again, some complaint about how, now that all the holiday get-togethers and vacation days are over, i will be back to being isolated...  the majority of my weeks will again be spent with my deepest conversations being held with a two (almost three) year old.  and my mood has pretty much dropped off.  i'm pretty lonely most of the time, despite never ever being alone.

and now the baby has woken up.  and i need to try to put him back to sleep again.