Honestly? I think I'm wary about 2022; I was
way more sanguine about respair last year.
Nu had some friends over to celebrate NYE at home; At went out with friends; Big A and I noshed while the puppies went between pets in the rumpus room (Nu and friends) to naps with Mama and Dada. Also: We pro-conned and discussed a job offer which would take take Big A to another state.
We were supposed to do a whole family dinner tonight, but At's car ran into a curb and there's a weather advisory, so it'll be tomorrow (hopefully). I'm grateful everyone is okay-ish even while I will myself not to be superstitious about new year's day.
I'll carry myself into this next year
conveniently mad
you know I've done what I could
Happy New Year! Happy wishes!
2022, please
don't open and return these to me
we can be civil--here, take my hand
shake it, I mean
don't like... coddle or confiscate it
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Poems from January 1 over the years:
new year
once more
often
nodes
Jan 1st
I took my kids to yoga today
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Pic: The soapstone sculpture LB and TB gave us for Christmas. It looks like a very loving couple, and I think that was their point. (It also makes me blush a little with its intense intimacy.)