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It is New Year's night, and I am pensive. It has been a weird day, though a good day, till just now when I learned I hurt someone I love by doing a foolish, thoughtless, stupid, idiotic thing. Which makes me want to jump off the bluff even though I quickly apologized and found forgiveness.

Thankfully I have a few alternatives to choose from when I want to jump off the bluff. But it is too cold and dark to take a walk; I have already baked all that needs baking; my family would object to me pounding on the piano. It is not time to jump in bed and pull covers over my head. So I will read some poetry, and probably other stuff, and then I will write, and for once be ahead of schedule.

Last night I stayed up with my bunch until midnight. Hunter, my 10-year-old nephew, was over because he wanted to party, and his family goes to bed early, even on New Year's Eve. He knows he can come to Aunt Gwen's any time he wants to stay up late. I am a night owl, and my kids inherited the gene. There is no scenario in which you will find us in bed before midnight on a New Year's Eve. We played cards, Taboo, other games. I baked cookies and cinnamon rolls that were ready at 11:30 p.m.

Hunter and I had a slumber party in my four-poster bed........

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