I’m all confused. Yesterday was New Year’s Day. It was Sunday. Today is Monday. Many people are off work and all the college bowl games normally waged on New Year’s Day are being played today. I’m guessing the Rose Bowl Parade is also this morning–haven’t checked the TV guide. But today is January 2. See? Confusing. Anyway, 2022 is now in the rear view mirror and we’re facing 2023. Who knows what the year will bring? I don’t have a clue.
I decided to pretty much takc last week off. I did a little writing but the emphasis there is on little. That changes today. I’m either headed to Wallyworld for my weekly run–though I’ll probably put it off until tomorrow. If that’s what I decided after my first cup, then after my usual morning routine of coffee, emails, blogs, and then work. I’m still hoping to have CROSSFIRE ready for release by the end of the month. 🤞🏼
I don’t do New Year resolutions but I do try to start the year with an idea of what I’d like to accomplish. Last year was pretty much a bust so my goal this year is to do better. I’m going to get off my arse and get my office sorted, organized and rearranted. I’ve sorted out one big plastic bin unearthed in LG’s rearangement/clean-out of the garage (for the new doors–which are AWESOME!). It’s empty, but I have to make space for the small bit of stuff I kept. It’s a start. Also, new words. Lots and lots of new words.
We stayed in for New Year’s Eve, which is not unusual. We’re old and we don’t like peopling all that much. Also, I’m normally asleep even before the late news comes on. Saturday night, all the idiot neighbors were showing off their ability to be alpha hotels by seetting off fireworks starting at 9 p.m. and running until almost 4 a.m. At one point, LG headed out down the street to “have a conversation.” Turned out it was the dad not the kids. The dude’s a good guy normally but hadn’t considered the median age of the neighters (old people and families with little kids), that fireworks are illegal unless a licensed public display, and that we’ve worked a lot of house and grass fires started by fireworks. They ended up chatting and he invited us to go crappie fishing in his boat. Uhm…not my thing bu thanks. FYI, “crappy” is spelled with the A but the word is pronounced “croppie.” Don’t look at me. I have no clue.
I cooked yesterday. BBQ! brisket, homemade BBQ sauce, baked beans, deviled eggs, and hot rolls. That’s our normal New Year’s fare but it just felt…weird. Refer back to the first paragrah. Despite all the holiday eating, I’ve managed to start this year down 4 pounds from my usual weight, which is too heavy but whatever.
I’m in the middle of my Kate Daniels series relisten. When I came to the end of the year, there just wasn’t a new book that caught my attention so I went with the tried and true. It’s long enough to carry me into the new year. I ended up the year with 161 books read/listened to. My goal for this year is 150 again, subject to change.
In other household news, my new kitchen knives are sharp. Very VERY sharp. *holds up hand with Bandaids* Also, I’m totally in love with my new kitchen trashcan. Santa was very good to me this year. And yes, it is the little things (expcept both those things were pricey! Jiminy!)
There’s not much else going on in my world. How’re things in your neck of the words? Good New Year so far? Did you celebrate? What’cha reading? Any resolutions? Goals? Plans? Yes, I’m nosy.