HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! Heh.
I know many heads are hurting around the blogosphere. Mine isn’t. I only had a little bit (half a bottle) of Cabernet, wimped out and went to bed early. At the great hour, I was awakened briefly by the gun- and fire works-toting revelers in my neighborhood, but soon turned over and fell back into dreamland. Sigh. I’m not the party beast I used to be.
I even got up this morning and worked out; this time power-walking three miles in the neighborhood. It was a very pleasant experience: around fifty degrees and dead quiet.
There are bottles of champagne, cognac and more wine around here, so today might be different. There are also barbeque pork ribs, black-eyed peas, coleslaw, cornbread and rice to be consumed and football to be watched (go Trojans!), so today will be marked by the pleasantries of a full stomach, a slight buzz and, hopefully, the victory of the home team.
I was also very happy to wake up to the absence of a terror attack. Those who wished to party hard for the passing of 2003, did so under the watchful eye of George Orwell’s “rough men [and women].” They stood guard so we wouldn’t have to.
May the New Year bring them (and you) blessings beyond imagination.