And I leave the old year with an emerging cold (zicam, zicam, zicam), and happy thoughts for 2009.
This was a good year, but it was a busy year, a weird year, as perhaps all election years must be. So much time expended thinking about polar bear hunts and writing critical stuff. But everything has come out fine, and I have the best sort of feelings about what the new year will bring. Keep your fingers crossed until midnight.