final days

Here we are, the leftover days, after Christmas and before New Year. They sit on the edge like the unwanted half a roast potato and the cold floret of broccoli, too much. Hardly worth the effort of crossing them off on the wall calender; they seem beyond any celebration.

My Serbian new colleague, Mitch, explains his orthodox church will celebrate Christmas on the 7th January. I find out this is because the church follows the Julian calender. This seems to be a tidier set up to me. The year ends and begins, with celebration, and looking forward to Christmas festivities. No scrag end days.

This calender business is pretty arbitrary in any case. Surely sanity should prevail now and we'll move the year end back to the Winter Solstice. Every day then counting; cleanness next to Godliness, and so forth. God, I feel better already!

But these few, odd days - bookkeepers' days - good only for reflecting and resolving, and, fingers crossed, nothing happens in them to fuck up what has been for me a pretty enjoyable year. Roll on 2010.