If memory serves, I think this will be the first new year’s eve I spent alone. But here I am at home now, and about half an hour to go. No pity in that; until a few minutes ago I was at a happening party at Tony’s place with the Zappos crew and assorted hangers-on. It was a PJ party, where everyone was supposed to wear pajamas. I wore a suit and tie with slippers.
But Lisa was there too, and she left after a bit because she prefers to spend the coming of the new year in quiet contemplation. I liked the sound of that this year, for this point in my life, so I left the party as well. Quiet contemplation to begin shortly.
I signed divorce papers today at Starbucks.
What was it I said last year around this time?