Sick. It’s a lousy way to start the year.
Well, except for the part where The Empress of Whisky keeps bringing me whisky-laced coffee.
Mmm.
I should probably eat something, though.
Plenty of choices. Two days ago I made a large batch of dressing (using my mom’s recipe). I intended to take half to a New Year’s Eve party, but, well, sickness.
Instead we stayed home and The Empress beat me at board games. At midnight we toasted each other and our kitty.
For New Year’s Day, I made black-eyed peas, not because I am superstitious, but because they are delicious. Also: turkey breast, the aforementioned dressing, potatoes, several vegetables for The Empress … quite a holiday feast, most of which happily doubles as good comfort leftovers for sick people.
I’d like to tell you I’ve been sittting here, planning my year, looking ahead … but mostly I’m just fighting the kitty’s advice to nap again.
Outside, rain falls.
All together, it’s a good enough day. A quiet place to start what promises to be a noisy year.
We’ll see to tomorrow, tomorrow.
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