Well, I stayed up until 11 p.m. New Year’s Eve. Woke up at my habitual 5 a.m. in 2010. It isn’t that I am a party pooper. I’d have to be a partier to be a party pooper, and to consider myself a partier is hysterically ridiculous. You can count on seven fingers how many times in my life I’ve attended some event connected to the New Year celebrations. Most of those times, I was bored.
As for a New Year resolution, I don’t think I’ve ever made one. When I become resolved to do something, I have to start doing it the day I realized it, or else I will forget. I barely remember to write the correct year on checks or forms.
So, today is another glorious day. Snow is falling. I baked some homemade rolls. I’ve been trying to fit in a little work. I twirl my hair and wonder about life. There is no time.