As the turn of the year at midnight approaches, I'm reminded of the New Years that MrsDarwin and I spent apart during college. We'd started dating (and seriously at that) a few weeks into our freshman year, but being from opposite parts of the country (Los Angeles and Cincinnati) we were far separated during the vacations. New Years, of course, falls during Christmas Break, and so MrsDarwin-to-be would call me up shortly before midnight Eastern Time, and we'd talk until after midnight Pacific Time, spending the three hours in between talking to each other across the year's divide. Aside from satisfying out desire to be talking to each other all the time, the symbolic talking across time's divide seemed to emphasize that we intended things to last through the years. And they have.
A happy New Year to all of you, from the Darwins. (Including the youngest Master Darwin who currently has the hiccups.)
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