Lightbulbs in my house keep popping.
New Year's was uneventful, which is a great thing. No tears shed, amazingly. I'm feeling less dramatic; don't know if it's because the year has turned over or what.
I'd really like to cash in some frequent flier miles, but I don't know where to go. Tracy is trying to find a place by the end of the month, so perhaps a trip to NYC is in the cards, but who knows if/when that'll actually happen. The word of the day yesterday (? maybe the day before) was *wanderlust.* I'm feeling a bit wanderlusty myself right now... it's a distraction, isn't it? Well, it's the new year and I need to start tracking down some work soon. Grrrr. Maybe something great will just fall into my lap since '08 was such a bust?