Wednesday, January 01, 2014
Yesterday evening, hubby and I took down the 2013 calendar and wrote on it every horrible thing that happened. Then at 11:30, we and all our party guests went outside in the falling snow and burned 2013 and all it's dreadfulness in effigy.
Afterward, we came inside, opened a really fine bottle of Scotch, and watched the ball drop. As soon as the toasts and hugs were over, my dark-haired friend headed out the back door and we all waited for his reappearance at the front door. He knocked, and we heralded him with drink and cheers.
I feel good about 2014. Cheers, everyone!