DONG! Went the twelfth bell.
FIZZLE! Went the final worn-out firework.
SIGH! Went I as I settled down into bed shortly after midnight on New Year’s Day. I went to bed early on New Year’s Eve, and had my sleep disturbed by the racket outside the Mansion window.
Still, it was soon over, and I eventually drifted off to sleep.
Time is continuing as it left off I see. I kneel here, typing this on 10th January 2014. It only seems like a day since it was January 1st: LAST year!
Happy New Year, by the way! Hope you had a good one!
Yes, ten days in, and no post. I’m slacking.
And I MUST get back to commenting soon. I will. I promise.
So far this year, we seem to have had the warmest day of 2014. It’s odd, having a warm day in January. It’s back to cold again now, but the day before yesterday, there was a distinct warm breeze about. We’re having some odd weather, aren’t we? And snow is due next week. Again!
Last night, we were due a magnificent display from the Aurora Borealis, even this far south in England (I’m in the North country-wise, but somewhere in the middle island-wise), due to intense Solar activity and magnetic field fluctuations. I looked out on several occasions, and saw many a star, but not a glimmer of a shimmer. No green glow. No rare blue. No red haze. Nothing. One day, I’ll see it. One day.
Comet Ison went the way of the final worn-out firework on New Year’s Eve… it went behind the Sun, and never came out again. Swallowed whole, it was… apart from a tiny off-shoot, that is. Who knows… maybe this little spark may be the next bright thing in the night sky. Only time will tell.
So this is it.
2014.
First post of a New Year. More of a fizzle than a bang in itself, but I’m still here, waffling away.
And I’ll be back. Soon. I’m just going to raid the buffet in the library. I have no idea how long it’s been there, but I’m sure I’ll find out. I’m referring to the library, by the way, not the buffet… that’s fresh. So Wilhamena the maid says. I’ve no idea how long she’s been here either, but she tells me years.
Don’t ya just love parallel dimensions?
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