I layed down with my book at 11:45 pm last night
and read for 5 minutes then turned off the light
and blam. Asleep. Didn't hear the year change.
P. came in to sing Auld Lang-whatever and I was
long gone. Woot.
A correction: in an earlier post about my travels
in Italy with friends R. and S., I had brought up
the subject of R.'s "minimal Italian", and have
been taken to task over these two words.
So let me say here that R.'s intermediate-to-advanced
Italian SAVED US FROM MANY POSSIBLY
UNFORTUNATE ACCIDENTS and FACILITATED
THE ORDERING OF SUMPTUOUS MEALS.
And other things, I am certain. And for this
I am grateful. Now I shall go say two
Our Fathers and three Hail Mary's
and forgiveness shall be mine.
ps, I need a new year. My old year is threadbare.