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12/31/2003: "Epilogue"

It is very early. The sun won't be up for at least an hour. I know this will probably be the best time I have all day to write my last Holidailies entry: I'll work a regular day, and then back to do the wedding which starts at six. I just got up and nothing has happened yet, so I won't write about anything topical. Not in a reminiscent mood right now, so I'll leave the review of the year to another time. The attic is full of trivia and speculations, ditto. Holidailies readers, thanks for dropping in. What you see is pretty much what I offer. There won't be much about politics, or celebrities, or culture. I may be circumspect to the point of obscurity sometimes, but I'm trying to respect the privacy of others in my life, and I'm not writing for readers, though you're always welcome. If the entries are confused, strange, narcissistic, pretentious, belabored: at least they have had the virtue of being short. Thanks to Jette and celluloideyes for all you've done, and thanks to Becky for her continued interest. It's still dark, and I need more coffee.