Thursday, January 4, 2007

In my enduring quest for illicitly procured television shows, it only recently occurred to me to take the straight and narrow and, be ye amazed, draw from the source. Such media sainthood only applies to ABC programming, however, because without YouTube it wouldn’t have been a very Benihana Christmas, and we all know the true meaning of the season is to watch The Office unabated.

There are no resolutions this year, only threads–all of which are there, but it’s the tying together that’s the toughest. They aren’t unreasonable, I don’t think: dialogue more with you, invest smartly, buy some property, find a good woman, commit to a church, meet some reliable doctors. But the threads are dense, and when you revel in the details, in the process itself, your time frame changes.

One thread–the job thread–has been all-consuming this year. All-consuming and all-worthwhile, to be sure, because where you spend most of the day better damn well make sense. And it does. Every morning is awash in amazement. Gratitude, still. Contentment. Even Mondays. When will the other shoe drop?