"It was a pleasure to burn.
It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed."
- from Fahrenheit 451, by Ray Bradbury
The new year continues to begin rather frigidly. Tonight, the entire province was issued a wind chill warning, with readings expected to plummet to as low as -50 overnight in some areas around here. I've been busy enough dashing around earlier throughout the day to cover only as much ground as was necessary to avoid anything else treacherous later. It's small and cozy pleasures that I'm using to pass this evening by. The hearth is kindled and stoked with old 2013 calendars, and to put a cherry on top of the whole affair, a couple of rolls of all my past year's old credit card statements, and other obsolete, yet confidential, documents uselessly hoarded in my filing cabinet met the flames as well. Incineration is a hell of a lot more befittingly satisfying, synergetic, and thorough means of disposal for that stuff; and a lot less noisy and annoying than loading them in a jam-prone paper shredder. For tonight . . . I say screw it to all that recycling nonsense*!
Usually by now, I'd have a prepared list of things that I want to set as goals and see transpire throughout this remaining year. This year, the list is too personal . . . sorry such to be a party-pooper; although one of the resolutions for this year I will disclose is to try to be less of one. It appears that I'm already starting this year with some sense of irony.
My belated New Year's wishes and blessings to you: to my friends and family close to home, to the curious readers I have from half a world away, and to all souls in between. May all you endeavor to find and make peace, happiness, and comfort in 2014.
*- Yeah . . . I'm sure someone out there right now is saying: "Whoa!! Settle down there, you rebel you!"
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