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dusting of snow The first day of the year was a slow one for me. Instead of venturing out, most of the day was spent inside cleaning and reading. Every so often I would look out the window to see what I was missing. When I did, it looked as though the world itself was suffering from a hangover. I guess that that was what kept me inside. Unlike last year there was no telephone call from an old girlfriend to shock me. I did, however, think some more about Nicole and wonder if this is going to be a better year for her. For the longest time her plan was to quit her job after five years and that date has come and gone. Now the next hurdle is her final payment on a 401K loan and that will be in March. Once that date is passed she will be free or at least that is the plan. If she follows through has yet to be seen. Part of me does not want her to leave, because I would miss her something fierce. At the same time I want her to be happy and not working at the company would be a step in the right direction for her. I also fear that if she did quit, I would never see her again. The odds of being invited over are not good since I am more of a friend to her and not her fiance. ... Since today was just as dreary as yesterday, I spent a large part of it watching television. As light snow fell outside my window, I made it to the end of the fourth tape that my aunt and uncle had given me of Steven Spielberg's mini series Taken. Sixteen hours of television and I have yet to see the end and won't see it until they get back from vacation. I'm not sure if they intended to leave me hanging that long, but they did create a cliffhanger for me. Putting aside science fiction I watched a documentary discussing the idea that Christopher Marlowe was in fact the man who wrote the plays that we attribute to Shakespeare. It seems that many people can not understand how a poorly educated Shakespeare could have written such complex plays as Hamlet and King Lear. Through the course of an hour various theories were offered up and presented to Shakespeare authorities to debunk. Later in the evening it was Austin City Limits with Nickel Creek, who I had seen over a year ago in La Crosse. I knew that they had changed their sound a little, but physically speaking they looked as I had remembered them. Then before I closed my eyes for the day, I watched Ian make his way through Tanzania and Zanzibar. |