You can bet your sweet bippy we’ll be eating black-eyed peas, tomatoes and greens tonight. I feel like we’ll need all the luck we can get this year.
We’re de-Christmasing the house right now…with a break for a work phone call for the better-half. He has another gig, in addition to his current long-term one, lined up so it looks like his luck is already pretty good.
We watched Dick Clark last night and it will be a sad day when he can’t do the ball drop in Times Square. Every year since his stroke, his delivery of the countdown has gotten better, but man he looked tired afterward. I was tired and I’m half his age.
Monday I have to go back to work after two weeks off. It’s not something I’m looking forward to, but I really shouldn’t complain as I have somewhere to go and the benefits are good.