I let tweets say a lot for me anymore. It's pathetic. But hey, a 140-character world, that's where I live.
It is currently a lovely New Year's Eve, 11:29 pm, counting down, with a lot of wine, food, and friends, with a lovely gift exchange (perfect), and general good feeling.
Someone down the block is firing off fireworks, which are nice; the traffic on the street, not so much.
Have I any resolutions? No, not really. I want things to be better: Eat better, exercise more, etc.; will I? Maybe.
Hard to say.
I made cookies:
I'm happy with them. (And they're yummy.) I'm sorry I didn't get them done before we sent out boxes.
I took off the bulk of this week - when they ask people what holidays they want to have off, I always ask for New Year's. Less competition and fewer conflicts. I've been home since Tuesday morning. Whee! And there's still a whole three-day weekend ahead.
Happy New Year, Y'all!