time for a new leaf
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Barrie, 2001.01.01
Well, the new year began, as so many have, with a touch of a hangover. Readily fixed with the usual doses of humility. It was -24oC with the windchill today, and 24oC in Sydney. But driving through the cold lifeless farms and forests of Huronia, it was all worth it (e.g. the Sun was shining).
We got to Sara's aunt's place for New Year's dinner (which was stunning, I think she'd made the finest roast beef I'd had in years), and were the first to arrive. Sara said 'Mark this date:01/01/01 I'm turning a new leaf! No more being the last to arrive.'
Charitably, I said, 'Sure.'