auld lang syne

So it's New years eve. I spend it with my girlfriend but bereft of my children. They are a little fuzzy on the idea of a new year beginning, so we spoke about it a bit in the car. It means a new year is starting, I tell them, at midnight. I mull that over after I say it. Such a momentous thing, a whole new year, and it sits delicately balance on the second that make today yesterday, that makes 2010 turn into 2011. Unfortunately, on this New years eve, I am congested and sick. I am popping advil and sudafed like a meth addict with no chemistry skills. I will comfort myself with time with my honey, and that will make that precious second when the old year becomes new, young and full of promise as special as it can be without my children here with me. I miss my boys.