Evil Omens

It's been a little while since my last post, I know. Mostly the time has been spent working, and the time before that was spent recovering. New Year's Eve saw me sick in bed, surrounded by boxes of Kleenex and empty packets of Theraflu. The noises and curses I groaned and moaned were so unusual and so complex that some linguists might have considered them to be a new language.

But I'm better now.

I did wonder, though, when the clock reached midnight and I listened to people banging on pots and yelling strange things and setting off car alarms (and the naughty people setting off firecrackers, though fireworks are banned here in the mountains) if starting 2009 sick in my bed was some sort of evil omen for the rest of the year.

We shall see.