goodbye, '99
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Minden, Ontario, 1999.12.31
Well, what a year. We spent the night at Sara'a parents' cottage, alone and having a fine time. At midnight we cracked a bottle of sparkling wine and toasted in front of the wood stove. At some point after that, we cracked one of the pipes in the place. Apparently it wasn't properly winterized after all.