Temporal Advancement Dawn (1)

I did go out for New Year's, to a lovely party at Donovan and Lauren's house. I didn't stay until midnight, because I wanted to be home in case the fireworks upset the all the dogs currently in my house. Mabel and Marceline are generally fine, and some enthusiastic neighbors already set off fireworks last night and Beth's dog Duke seemed okay. 

Wendy's dog, Roux, doesn't love fireworks. She doesn't seem afraid though; she gets very very angry. Very get-off-my-lawn. 

So they did well after all. 

I went to bed pretty late, but I'm awake now. My usual alarms are on because I've got dogs to feed. Maybe I'll get up like I'm going to work, get dressed, and see what happens. Oh, I can nap on the couch in my clothes. Just like a real adult. 

I think I recall hearing a tradition about  the first day of the new year setting the theme for rest of it. If that's true, I suppose I'll be filled with longing and hope, and be surprisingly rested despite not sleeping enough. And maybe I'll be writing. 

Okay. Here we go. 

If there was a tenet for this year, I believe it would be "To be loved is to be changed."

What can we give up, what burdens we can bear, and how far can we walk without looking back. 

Slung over my shoulder is a hollow horn, in which I carry the embers of joy, and of delight, and I will use them to make a warm place. 

Someone is setting off fireworks already. New Year's Eve Eve, I suppose. They sound massive. Reminds me of the cannons. 

Ours is not to reason why, and all that. 

Quantum-entangled. 

Orpheus climbed out of the underworld, and he looked back, and lost everything. 

Noob.