Against all odds

I have ended this year in exactly the same place, mood, and life situation I was in at the close of last year. The only real difference is that I don’t see myself cooking a sauce tomorrow, but it is indeed possible.

Also, no parties I wish to attend. For me, it’ll be all about quiet time.

I don’t know if this makes me happy or sad. The last two months have been far more stressful than they had to be, on numerous levels. I took this last week off to clear my head, but tonight I found that all I did was use up vacation days to no positive effect. That does make me sad, but I did have 4 days of not getting angrier, so that makes me somewhat happy.

Time will tell, I guess. But this really feels like the end of a Buffy episode.

Buffy got cancelled because it was a) not funny anymore, and b) out of stories to tell. I think I’ve got more of both, but it’s hard to see with the credits rolling up.