There I was, standing over a Trustee of Modern Recreational Pharmacology, observing the fact that he’s going into his fifth seizure in half-an-hour, when what spews forth but a mighty projectile burst of blood and stomach acid on a bee-yoo-ti-ful ballistic arch … which neatly intersects my trouser legs.
About that time, my radio crackles, “County, all units … Happy New Year.”
A long pause, and then my faithful minion clears her throat, and apropos of nothing, opines, “I’d say that it’s well-known fact that what you’re doing at the stroke of midnight portends what the next year will be like, but I don’t want to get beaten to death with a portable suction device.”
This one chose … wisely.
2010 was, while not an outstanding year, was not a bad one — all things considered.
There have been some medical issues, but those are well-in-paw. And while I don’t love my job as much as I used to, it’s still worth getting out of bed, suiting up and clocking in.
I have good friends, kith and kin are close, I have a roof over my head and food on the table; and I have the love of a beautiful woman.
Everything after that is just gravy.
Here’s looking back at 2010; and here’s looking forward to 2011: may we all remember what is important and not let what is not trouble us.
Wishing you always walls for the wind,
A roof for the rain,
Tea beside the fire,
And the love and laughter of those you hold dear.