Good morning, world. It’s a new year, all bright and shiny and shit. Mom texted at 9pm to wish us a happy new year and send her love. We’re old, and didn’t make it to midnight. We’re beyond that shit now. We enjoyed snacks and went to bed and that was our celebration.
Shawshank worked the whole day. I enjoyed a lot of spin time, playing with both the poi and the wand. For the most part, it was fun. I streamed some game play for a bit, but for the most part the chat traffic was slow. I wasn’t absolutely feeling the atmosphere, so I logged off around the time I needed to start feeding the cats and called it a day.
Once Shawshank came home, we just enjoyed the rest of the night. We feasted on appetizers: ribs, chicken nuggets, and two varieties of fries. There were snacks for later. Shawshank played “No Man’s Sky“; I pretended to be a sponge and soaked in the tub for a while.
Shawshank is puttering, putting Christmas stuff away. I was an absolute Grinch this year. Normally, I’d fuss about putting the tree away before January 5th. In contrast, I think I ate two or three advent candies and that was the extent of my holiday spirit.
We have no plans. I’m going to be human, but I’m not promising anything more than that.
