new years restitution

Though my body and mind are still paying repentances from fines/penalties incurred during last week's shenanigans, a thought peeked through the fog this morning while reading yall's resolution rants: lets change the calendar around so that years end and begin in spring instead of winter. For those of us whose interior landscape is subject to manic oscillations, which seem to overlap all too well with the manic (yet more predictable) oscillations of the seasons, why not have new years eve fall during those glorious few weeks when waiting in lines or sitting in traffic doesn't seem so bad anymore, nor do the people we typically hate, and everyone pretty much just wants to fuck? It seems that it's usually the springtime when I construct the long list of ideals for my life that result in 90% dissapointment, but if the time to reflect on these failures and make new lists is spring, I think we might go a little easier on ourselves. Plus people who drink too much and passout in bushes won't get frostnip.
Anyhow, it means alot too be in touch (allbeit loose, and mostly via the internet) with yall, and I'm glad certain actions of mine from the year of which we do not speak have not reduced friendships to ashes. Love yas.