I have largely recovered from Christmas and its before-and-aftermaths. As my old daddy used to say, I’ve had about as much fun as I can stand.
Every guest room was full, and the kitchen was Grand Central Station, in micro. I ate and I drank–there was a lot to celebrate–but now I’m back, with some relief, on the D.I.E.T. and walking Bernice at least once a day. She lives for those walks.
For me, by contrast, New Year’s is a very quiet and introspective time. I set goals and intentions, light candles, and reflect on my long, long gratitude list. I… Read More »