Happy New Year 2007

I hate New Years. Isn't every day kind of a New Years on a little very ordinary scale? The big New Years is just another reminder that my cat is half way to being 18, I'm closer to 40 than 30, the 80's are becoming more vague and the 90's will soon be 20 years ago! How often do I catch myself wishing that 'this next weekend' would just come and go. Always looking forward the next vacation or whatever. It's only when I look at Nicolas that I just live for the minute. He's teaching me to enjoy my life where I am at now at this particular hour. Before I know it he'll be a big stinky hairy man. Too soon, his soft firm baby cheeks are going to be gone forever and that sweet bath smell too . . . .