Thursday, December 31, 2020

Happy New Year's Eve

I'm taking the weekend off.

I'm in no mood to review, project, or analyze.

The sun is out and so is the moon and it's 8:21am.

There's probably some pithy comment about beginnings and endings and everything all at once and Mother Earth bringing her children, moon and sun, together to cosset the beings who inhabit her surface, but I'm not in the mood to theorize or speculate or cogitate.

I'm going to revel in the fact that, despite the odds and inconveniences and foolishness of others, my immediate family is safe and happy and ready to take on 2021 with renewed vigor and enthusiasm.  We have goals and expectations.  

We'll consider them on Monday.  


  1. Goals! That's a good thing to have. I have none. My expectations are set at a very low level, too, because I just can't get too excited only to be thwarted.

    1. That does not sound like the engaged human I know you to be. 2020 smacked us all in the kisser; it takes a lot of energy to stay enthused about anything, doesn't it?

  2. Enjoy your weekend - good luck with your surgery.


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