You can actually pinpoint the exact moment his heart breaks in two.

One year ago, I was in a car accident that changed my life forever, that altered not only my future plans, but unfortunately, the lives of the victim and the victim's family. I'm sorry. This is not the point at which I can express anything more than just regret.

I spent the evening doing some household chores, cleaning the garage a bit, installing a new shower head in Carroll's bathroom, and laying traps for soon-to-be-dead mice. It feels good to be back in my domicile. I certainly feel attached to my house, but in a way that I just feel attached to the comfort that the house brings. For instance, I'm also fairly comfortable at my cubicle at work.

In the end, 2004 was just another year that happened. Work furlough was lame, but I did it, and I managed to emerge a wiser, more worldly version of my former self. In daylight, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee. In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes. How do you measure a year in the life?