Right about now, with the time change being what it is, people back in Edmonton should be sitting in Raven's basement, each saying a few words about what the previous year has meant to them.
I know what I would say.
2005 was the best year of my life. If I had to count my blessings, I'd run out of numbers.
I'd have more to say, but for some reason morning has totally thrown me for a loop. I think I may go back to bed.