In the process of canceling our little NYE party, our beach urchin side-channeled us to say something like, “I know youse guyz have been cooped up for a while so maybe I’ll come over for a while tomorrow (New Years Day) for some spirits.”

Yes we have been cooped up. Not that we can’t get out or haven’t. I mean we drove to a rest area the other day to drop off North Country Trail swag. Just I dunno. It has been a struggle to get through this holiday season and I am glad it’s over. I think.

So the beach urchins and one SO did come over this afternoon. I had smoked salmon and fancy goat cheese spread and they brought samosas and some fancy blueberry cider.

I “have” to work tomorrow. I don’t really have to work tomorrow. I could take tomorrow and Friday off. I reeeeealllly want to but… If I do, that means I will have already burned two days of paid time off for 2025. Which I don’t want to do. I will be taking a certain day in mid-January off. The anniversary of the day my dad locked himself out of our shabby little Superior Street bungalow in Sault Ste. Siberia and had to break in through a basement window. At least I think that’s what happened. I definitely do not remember it.

We’ve been “watching” the Rose Bowl. It is over now but we could have done without the chucklehead commentators that commandeered our viewing experience. Bah humbug.

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