13,336 Days Alive
It’s the first of the calendar year! While I celebrate the turning of the Wheel a little more frequently than every 365 (ish) days, I do also embrace the mainstream holidays as well.
What does this mean for New Year’s Resolutions?
Not much, honestly. I don’t have actual resolutions this year. Just a few goals I’d like to achieve.
- Finish writing Midnight Calls, the urban fantasy story I’ve been working on for several years now.
- Get a new eyeglass prescription and likewise get updated glasses and donate the old ones.
- Donate unused items.
- Read at minimum 52 books and review no less than half of them.
- Finish at least three crochet projects.
- Keep my A1C down.
That’s it. Half a dozen reasonable goals to embrace as winter hits eighty degrees in Florida.
I get to see Reffie tomorrow! I’ll have to resist the urge to make an “I haven’t seen you in a year!” sort of joke. Probably.
New Year’s Eve with Cleo and their rather bite-inclined kitten Bowie was fun. But I’m glad to be home and stretched out in the living room, despite how much I enjoy cuddling with Cleo. Spock is being a crybaby, demanding attention and affection. I don’t mind, I just hope nothing’s the matter and he just missed me a bit in the few hours I was gone.
I don’t actually remember or know when Fen is going to be home from their trip. So it’s just met for at least tonight.
I’m off to cuddle a cat, crochet, and do some laundry.
Happy New Year, y’all! And take your meds, folks!
Postmark Wonderland 