This was … a year. Not much else to say about it. Although it had its less-than-stellar moments, the first quarter was mostly filled with excitement and hope; although not everything was horrible, the last was filled with illness and sadness. (Interestingly enough, that was the opposite of the pattern of 2010.) Averaged out, it was a mediocre year. I just wish it had not been so streaky, as one says in sports parlance.
I don’t think I have the energy or time this evening (I am going out for New Year’s in the first time in years — wearing The Corset) to write up the year that was. I may save that task for tomorrow. Or not, as the case may be. I am certainly not going to write new resolutions: last year’s were really good, and I left so many of them unfulfilled, I am going to recycle them.
Goodbye, 2011. Hello, 2012. Here’s to you being the best of all possible years. Or at least better (and more consistent) than this one.