A new year.
It is like opening a new notebook, and smoothing the page down, and starting anew, isn't it. I love notebooks. New ones especially. The smell, the clean pages, the possibilities....
This is the first day of a new year, and, as I glanced at the blogger dashboard before starting to write this, I noticed that I have written 800 posts. 800. I never check the number, and it is not by design that I reached a round number on the last day of the year. It was chance. And in a way, it is like finishing an old notebook and starting a new one. See what I mean? 2008, and 800 posts. It just seems finished. Rounded.
I can't believe I have written so many posts. Totally unbelievable. Amazing.
And now I start on 2009 and this is the 801st post. I am rambling already. Nothing new then! I have been busy quilting. I cut out the quilt for the Moses basket for the Bump on Tuesday, and stitched the top together yesterday and started quilting in the evening. It is small, because the Moses basket is small, and I have so many ideas that I wanted to have lots of opportunity to make different things for her. Anyway, the fingers are numb so I am stopping for the day.
I really should write something profound for the first day of the new year, but profundity seems to escape me at the moment. The words sleep, coffee, bed and pillow seem to be looming large in the mind, and as it is only minutes till tomorrow, I will just post this and then retire.
Retire. I sound like a doddery old duchess. And I am not. I mean I am giving up on meaningful posting for today. If this is the state of this blog on the first day of the year, heaven help us for the rest of it. Mind you, the only way left is up. And now I am rambling uncontrollably.