It's an unseasonal warm afternoon in Claremont, California. The sunlight is as clear as on any summer's day. The air is still, rich, and warm. The sound of the cars passing on the freeway is indistinguishable from the sound of rustling leaves. A crow in fight caws.
The apartment is a little dusty.
Tomorrow is 2012 and I'm pretty sure that humanity will endure long enough to see January 2 without catastrophic incident. I'm not worried. If the world is poised to eat itself in 2012 then it's because the universe wills it. People are hardly in a position to bend space-time, so there's isn't much to be done about it. And that's fine.
Back to work on Tuesday.
