In the Pink

New year, new resolutions. New hopes, new dreams.

Or rather, if I'm going to be more exact, renewed, rather than new. My hopes and dreams have been quite carefully and subtly established and are unlikely to change much -- other than the occasional momentary wish to see some annoying beauracrat or other nonentity burst into spontaneous flames.

I see that the new year brings new considerations to some of my friends, and renewed vigour in perusing my words to some other people. Apparently, I *am* that fascinating. Who'da thunk it?

I see the public world around us going to hell in a handbasket. But in private, without revealing too much, it's good. Good, and getting even better.

The smut shall return. Promise.

Kisses.