The year is almost gone. It has been another "interesting" one. I wonder if they all are if only we would notice. At lunch today Andy asked me if it has been a "good" year. That's altogether different from "interesting," but, yes, I think it has been. Andy said that the melancholy was gone from my eyes--Lisa noticed a change of the same order two weeks ago. If it's what I think it is, then it's the last accomplishment and maybe the whole point of the year. Maybe I'm out

I knew I'd be bad about keeping this up when I started it, so now I have to think about what to say about the time between September and now. I met Phillip the weekend before my birthday, and we went to Philadelphia my birthday weekend. Doug gave me a Columbus Day to remember and Veterans Day. I spent Halloween watching twenty-two men dressed as Carmen Miranda carom through the crowd on Christopher Street. Just two weeks ago Steve and Lisa had me over for what was really the first time in a year.

I guess that covers it--except for the salacious details. I hope I at least remember those, even if I never write them down.

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