I enjoyed Casino Royale over winter break, a movie about Bond growing into his double-ought status as a super-spy.
I re-learned Big Two over New Year’s Eve, dominating the game with beginner’s luck. I also did quite well at Monopoly later that evening.
While I thoroughly enjoyed the Black Landlord/Electric Six concert at the Khyber, I also felt vaguely the way I felt when I went to college a year later than everybody else.
I’ll be passing 33 this year. 34=17×2 = really old.
There’s talk of us trying for our first child, if not this year, then sometime soon. With fatherhood imminent, I’m starting to panic at how not-ready I am.
Is this the year to get serious?