The New Year

4:00 a.m. on January 1, 2009 James: "Honey, are you okay?"Kay: "Bwahhhhh."  Whimper, pause.  "Yeah, just throwing up."James: "Okay."  (He went back to sleep). I think it's funny that me throwing up constitutes "okay."  The okay bar has now shifted to separate normal horrible nastiness and something that might indicate danger to me or the buns.  Just throwing up my new year's eve meal -- Chinese food (by the way, rice vomit splashes pretty fiercely up into one's face) -- is benign. I have so much to write.  I have so many pontifications on life.  It has changed so much in a year.  But I hear James watching TV downstairs and would kind of like to spend the first lazy morning of the new year with him. So more later.