Sometimes I read over my posts from a year ago and I use them as a wishy-washy reflection. It's a game to check what's happened within the last year. I'm making it sound like a marriage between self-criticism and apathy--not entirely far from the truth. For example,

Friday, April 23 [2004]
. . . So as part of our glorious leader David Miller's new plan to clean up the city and make his illegitimate children forgive him for years of neglect and missed school recitals, everyone in Toronto is encouraged to spend 20 minutes cleaning up the city today.

Man, what kind of a mood must I have been in to accuse Mayor David Miller of having illegitimate children he never calls? I like Miller! I think he's a great mayor (even if he isn't technically my mayor since I live two blocks north of the dividing line between city and burb). I still have the cover of Fab which last June he graced in an all-leather suit. Not to say anything either about illegitimate children as a group. It's more adjectives than I ever got to describe me.

I don't think I post when I'm in a crabby mood as often anymore. Really and truly, I don't go to my confessional (that I'd only call a canon in its moments of glory) unless I have laughing somewhere in me. At least I haven't in the past few months.

I'm trying to allude to good news in a coming post. But grace has never been my forte. How ironic since my middle name 'Anne' most commonly derives to mean 'Grace.' I just realized that. As I was writing the words.