“Six. It’s okay, we never finish them anyway,” she chuckled.
New Year’s this year will come with no preparation. I haven’t whipped up resolutions or taken up my usual cycle of gratefulness– there are no letters, messages in the inboxes of my friends. I woke up this afternoon with all the lights in the house turned off, the gentle pitter patter of rain outside gradually getting louder. I’ve had a fever for the past three days, I’m still looking for the good to come out of it– it’s what I’ve been trying to do with most things.
