Must have happened some time between morning drive and lunch.
It means that this year is almost over, and I can’t wait for 2016. Not that 2015 has really been bad for me personally; it was nothing like 2013, an island in my own archipelago of last years I’ll probably never want to visit. And, per the traditional curse of “may you live in interesting times,” this year has been very intriguing, with a little more than a month left for even more stuff to happen. It’s just that I’m starting to develop a really optimistic vibe about both the near and distant future, and I think that 2016 could be one of those “years of my life” sort of years in a personal sense, like 1987, 1994 and 2004 were.