Happy New Year, folks. I had a very sober, very quiet New Year’s eve at home with the kids. Well, with the boy actually. The other one had plans. She has a boyfriend. I kinda miss having someone to do stuff with. But I digress.

The apartment building next to me (but not attached to my building) caught fire and burned on New Year’s Eve. They said on the news that it was a 2-alarm fire, which meant about 25 trucks and 3 dozen firefighters. Our street was shut down for hours, and it took them at least 2 hours to put out the fire. My son and I stood on the porch, just waiting for them to tell us we had to leave. But luckily, they got it under control, and everyone who was in immediate danger got out before things got really bad. No one was home in the apartments that were destroyed. I hope there were no pets left behind.

I have a new respect for firefighters. Those guys were like a machine.

That’s all I’ve got for now. I'm having dinner with Jill and her friend from across the pond tonite. I'm very much looking forward to some tasty curry. Peace and love and all that stuff.