...apparently I'm going to try, at some point. Geoff is still up in Melfort, Canada. Rhett is somewhere up there as well, although I don't know where or how to find him. Scott's at the raisin farm (I think), Teapotica's in California last I heard, and Torian's at home in Israel. My folks are down on the coast. Most of my relatives are goddess-knows-where. Grr and company are at home, planning to stay there to do New Year with Mikey and John since they aren't really welcome over here. *shrug* Slash is possibly-dead, I have no idea where Megan is. Keith is still kicking somewhere in Oregon (and wants to come back). Snowtygrrr is hopefully locked in a teeny tiny box. Elru... Nick, I've no idea where you are, get in touch? Daris is alive and justly irritated with my continual lateness in replying. Talia is doing well with her husband, Nreshan is... coping, I guess.

Me? I'm sitting here, writing this, wondering whether the people who aren't here are ok, how their lives are going, what they'll be thinking of as this year closes.

I know what I'll be thinking of. Everyone who has changed my life, everyone who has made it better, or worse. It's a fairly long list in total. Lots of people I haven't talked to, haven't seen, haven't messaged with in a very long time. Some of them... all I remember are moments, not even names. Just flashes of what once was.

Right now.

Me.

Since this is, after all, my journal.

Right now I'm wishing that Geoff were here too, that I would have all three boys in one place, Becca included, and I'd like to meet Pam.

I'm wishing that Angel were here in town, that I could watch her face as the old year ends. I think it would be beautiful.

I'm wishing that I knew how to find Rhett, that any of the phone numbers or email addresses I keep trying would work. I miss talking with him.

I'm wishing that for 24 hours, everything will go right. 24 hours with no pain, no fear, no lonliness.

In an entire year, is 24 hours really that much to ask for?