in my cd player... The Wedding Present A combination of all of their "Singles" collections shuffled together on my 5 disc changer.   on the page... Chris Matthews Hardball: How Politics Is Played Told by One Who Knows the Game But I'm actually READING it now... not just writing it in this column.   into... all the perks of having a military boyfriend; Eastern Market flowers; The Washington Post; FINALLY getting my second telephone line installed and working   the cleanest of clean slates... I usually spend the first week of a new year rooting through the past year's accumulated junk and trashing most of it. But I already spent the entire month of December doing that very thing. So now I can spend the time sinking into my new DC existence.   rockets red glare... Last night, looking straight up to watch the fireworks explode over a waving American flag, I got the kind of excited where you lose the ability to control jumping and hand clapping. And when they ended, I thought of the lyrics to a Franklin Bruno song ("When you see the fireworks fizzle, hit the lake and start to sizzle, don't you wish for one last missile, to illuminate the sky?") and shouted, "MORE!    a good hot soak... I've taken about four luxurious baths since moving in for good last Tuesday. It's simply a magic tub.   easily swayed... When the WSC membership guy showed me that the treadmills each had a mini cable television/CD/tape player attached, I was sold. Now I power-walk to C-SPAN.