After a 13-hour workday, I’m happy to be home. I’ve got a bowl of slightly burnt popcorn on one side of my laptop, and a slightly chilled bottle of Newcastle on the other side. Whitey is sick, laying in bed in the spare bedroom moaning like a newly-neutered dog (no offense, Wall-eye) and I’m determined to stay up until midnight.
I don’t know. Just ’cause.
As for my New Year’s Resolution:
I resolve to wake up EVERY MORNING and find one thing that I am thankful for. It must be a different thing every day, and I have to say it out loud before getting out of bed.
Right now, I’m just thankful that I don’t have Whitey’s bug.
Happy New Year, friends! And happy new year to you, too, Lurkers!