The 30th of December. Almost the turn of the year, and the start of the new one. Tall & Handsome is on a plane heading home, and we probably won't see each other again until Easter. Not something ending, but a transitional space of sorts. Even on a mundane level work is so quiet in this transitional space between Christmas and New Year that it feels like another form of marking time, being in a holding pattern waiting for things to start up again.
I like transitions, change. This year I'm looking forward to the change of the year. I might not celebrate it, the jury is still out on that one, as I'm not much of a one for the difficulties, stresses and travails of trying to get anywhere on New Year's Eve. However, even if I stay home I'll be embracing the idea of 2009. Whatever it brings.