I wonder why we don't start the New Year when the earth is at its furthest point away from the sun... that's about January 3rd. The New Year used to start on March 1. The prefixes of the months "September, October, November, December" are 7,8,9,10 respectively... legacy from the year starting on March 1 - the vernal equinox. Actually, that makes even more sense --- Spring feels like a New Year. Not saying it has to make sense.
Caught a bass-perch mix today. I really like fly fishing. Had such a good time watching the fly being hit. Thought too much about the interplay of structure and flow. Unclogged the sink with about 20' of a plumbers snake. Ate raw oysters with Bart. Emmy is spending the night with Kaley. Signing off to many fireworks in the hood. I didn't feel like being sociable tonight. I'm sort of in a bad mood for some reason. Ready for the holidays to be over and everybody to get back to some kinda routine.
Bloggin' in the New Year... here we go - two thousand freaking eleven.
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