Truth be told, 2007 kind of sucked. Sure, there were a number of great points, but for each one it seemed there were two or three days or events to more than compensate for them. (Lisa has her own list on her blog.) The great:

• Mathias

The good:

• Getting accepted to Carlson

The bad:

• Kelly
• Baba
• Selling the condo
• Losing a lot of money on the condo
• The train wreck of a move from the condo to the apartment
• Lisa’s trip to the emergency room
• The five-day migraine
• My camera failing the one time in my life the journalist in me really, really, really wanted it to work
• Turkey Party 2007

And I’m not even going to touch on a bunch of crap that went down with my family, even though it turned into a huge black mark on Mathias’ first Christmas.

So, 2007, goodbye, and thank you for the good that you gave us. As much of a challenge as it may be, we’ll try to forget the rest.

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Lisa and I rang in the New Year by watching a taped Dick Clark on ABC. About five minutes after midnight, we heard a lively countdown and celebration from one of the neighboring apartments. Uptown has a surprising number of time zones, and many of them aparently continue to be fueled by alcohol.