Some of you are out on the town, relishing the eve of the eve of eves, sucking up what is left of this passing year. Some are readying for sleep; faces to be washed, teeth to be brushed (and flossed!), and meticulous beds to be unmade. Some lay down with loved ones, and some alone. Some, even, are dreaming as I type...eyes fluttering against the shade of weary lids.
I, however, am restless. There are preparations I have put off far too long. In a few hours, I will ready my body for an excursion deep into that one city: so nice / named twice. I have planned a day of exploration; not only of the sights, but of friendship. I will discover. I will see and read, taste and smell, I will spend.
But for now, I toil. Packing, stacking, and double-checking. Laundry, sundry, and Who-flecking.
And before you know it, belly full of coffee and stomach churning, I will resemble a cousin of mine in the hasty throws of refueling a body bereft of sleep.
My only resolution: