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a day of firsts 12.01am - first millennium kiss (me&deb) 12.37am - first millennium wake up in the middle of the night and cry (matthew) 2.45am - first millennium leftover meatloaf sandwich (deb) 8.30am - first millennium cup of tea (me&deb) 8.52am - first millennium shit (deb) 9.23am - second millennium shit (deb again!) 10.15am - first millennium walk along the waterfront (me&deb&matt) 10.30am - first millennium toddler temper tantrum (matthew) 10.40am - first millennium step in dog poo (deb) 11.45am - first millennium nap (me) 1.25pm - first millennium beer (me&deb) 4.17pm - first millennium jog (me) 8.00pm - first millennium video, shakespeare in love (me&deb)
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January 1a - Light-Hearted And Peaceful It was Deb's fault. We were going to stay awake and then go along to a beach and watch the sunrise. But about 3am she faded and went to bed. I have no willpower and followed soon after. I tried to find the alarm to set it for 4.30am, I really did. I still haven't found it. So we slept in until 8am. It was blissful waking up naturally instead of to the cries of a baby. It was cloudy with drifting rain anyway. There wouldn't have been much of a sunrise. I had wanted to see the sun rise though. Yesterday I was feeling strangely … well, I'm not sure what, on edge?, unsure? My World-Year entry, written yesterday gives an idea of how I was feeling. But I had this thought that how I felt when I saw the sun rise would set the tone for the rest of my life. I think I would have felt the same as when I was walking along the waterfront today with Debbie and Matthew. Light-hearted and peaceful. It was a lovely morning. Still, warm, families and couples strolling along, smiling, breathing in the soft morning air. We held hands and watched Matthew stamp his feet in the rain puddles. It was a good start to a new year. I don't want to feel, in a few days or weeks, as though things as just the same as always. I want to feel that this new year has promise and hope. I want to always retain some of that light-hearted peaceful feeling I felt this morning. Just a little glow somewhere deep inside of me that I can fan from time to time when the going gets rough. Have a wonderful year.
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