I think I like the post-Christmas time a little better. For obvious reasons. The pressure’s off. But I still seem fixated on baking things and cuddling on the sofa and lighting candles and romping around with my dogs and eating lots of delicious foods.
This is by far my favorite present this year:
I also enjoyed an entire box of these (minus the fruit-flavored ones; don’t like to mix fruit and chocolate):
I also made several million crocheted hats. Walked Pablo all through the snow and ice. Read all my back issues of The New Yorker.
And we also did a lot of this:
Plus Adrian and Matilda had an IKEA date. Here’s a photo of two very beautiful things, my daughter & that green sofa:
Of New Years I will say nothing. New Year’s Eve is a stupid waste. And I don’t make resolutions. Because I think about myself and my goals all year long so stick it, Resolutions. How much more egotistical do you want me to get?
I do hope you have a fine start to 2014. I feel like I have.