It's Always Midnight Somewhere

I went to bed at 10 o’clock (which was, after all, midnight in Nuuk, Greenland.)

I’d spent the evening scribbling all the Things I Must Do or The World Comes Screeching to a Crashing Halt into my calendar. I’m a Luddite; my calendar hangs on a wall.

January is gonna be an extremely busy month.

Don’t know whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing.

When Flavia and I were tromping around neo-Beijing Christmas Day, we talked about how we spend our time.

“Sometimes I’ll just hole up in my apartment and then I’ll realize: Wow! I haven’t spoken to another human being in 48 hours!” Flavia said.

“Well, I know we’re told that’s a bad thing,” I said. “But why is that a bad thing?”

Neither of us could come up with a convincing answer.

Anyway, my goal today is to begin carrying through on my two New Years’ Resolutions.