Here it is the 4th of January (just barely) and I am struggling to find a topic. Guess I will wing it; nothing new there.
For New Year's Eve, DH and I split a tiny bottle of Martini Asti and crashed about 9 pm. I can't remember the last time I stayed awake until midnight, but it has been a good long time. Maybe when the kids were wee babies and I was up because they were ill. The older I get the more sleep I need; I have read that seniors need less sleep as the age, which goes to show that I am not typical.
My friend H is now a grandmother, as of Dec. 21st. I wish (sorta) that I was a grandmother too. But then I stop to think, that if R had had a baby when she was, say, 20, that kid would now be 13. A teenager. And R was no fun at all at that age. I used to say, I can handle anything because I took R through puberty. Now I know that I can't handle everything, far from it. So I believe I will not be worried about grandbabies and just admire the YouTube videos of, for example, baby tasting a pickle for the first time. So I am a vicarious grandma, and that has its own benefits.
The Christmas stuff is all back in the attic and I have been cleaning/straightening the house. We recyle cardboard and boy, there was a lot of that to break down. I still need to vacuum, a chore I completely detest, and it shows I am afraid. Maybe I can con R into helping me later today.
We saw the neatest bird at the bird feeders. It was a Cooper's hawk, I think:
Time to turn back into bed. Bumper sticker for the day: "Does running late count as exercise?"