poliphilo

I overslept by an hour- I guess that's traditional- but I wasn't late to bed. I stood at the upstairs window and watched the fireworks and then- at about five past midnight- turned in.

2005 already. It only seems moments ago that we were counting up to the millennium.

I've been noticing this recently - how I'll call up a memory and it'll seem like something I've only just done. For instance, I was packing up the Christmas tree decorations yesterday and I thought, hey, why am I doing this again so soon?

It's like we can fold time like paper. The present moment and the remembered moment touch and the time between is off to one side- disregarded.

I spent the dying minutes of the old year watching a couple of minor celebs get transformed- by the magic of prosthetics- into persons of the opposite sex. At the end of the process they looked like burns victims who had had their faces patched up with skin off their backsides- distinctly weird. They then had to go speed dating and fool a room full of people. I guess the
moral is that speed daters don't look too hard at the people sitting opposite.