The Irregularly Spaced Moments Of Exceptional Peacefulness

Here it is, the last day of the arbitrarily declared year of 2018.

I state "arbitrarily declared year" simply because someone, somewhere, decided to start counting days, months and years not based on a well-researched scientific calculation of any sort or anything even close to that - they just picked a period of time and named it "day one of month one of year one", started counting from there, and everyone's pretty much gone with it since.

Which is okay by me. Gotta start somewhere. If we used current scientific calculations of the Earth's age, we'd have to write "31 December, Year 4 billion two million seventy five thousand three hundred and sixty two" on our checks and such, and that is just to much writin'.

The year comes to a close on a fairly quiet note for me personally. Other than the usual vagarity of fate in regards to relationships, the losing and gaining of weight, the multiple road trips simply for the joy of going on road trips (and the various adventures and misadventures that go with them), the losing and winning, the running and resting...well, you know how life is...just a daily salad of surprises.

Yeah, that's a pretty crass summation I suppose, but it's the best I can deliver in my current state.

Oh, and favorite song of 2018 is probably I Don't Know Anything by Andrew W.K., because it reminds me of being young and alive with the energy of a million suns, still very, very confused about everything...but still thinking everything would work out somehow.