Tear the final leaf from the calendar
Time to tear the final leaf from the calendar. With hours left, I have no regret about 2013, and a great deal of optimism about 2014. Thankfully, the day to day changes in my appearance save me from the less than subtle shock of getting older. I won’t provide “before” and “after” photos.
Netflix has thrust our household into another world; we’re watching a couple of season’s worth of Downton Abbey, without preconception or prejudice. Well done, on all levels. A large house seems to be nothing but trouble for those who suffer the hardship. I’ve never had a valet, or a footman, or any of the other myriad of job titles in my home (and I’m the better for it).
This was also a day to back up my larger data sets and laptop hard drive. Started the process, yesterday, and finished only minutes ago. I can recall when backing up required a floppy disk, with space to spare. Not any more.
I opted out of the only social engagement on that final leaf (sore eye syndrome), and agreed to accept a second dog for the evening. Not much extra work. All that remains is to decide on a menu that won’t keep me upset all night. The vagaries of age, apparently.
Anyhow, let’s raise a virtual glass to the end of the year. Tomorrow will offer new challenges, and a year from now I should have even more to celebrate. Bear with me. Try to keep warm. Sing along when you know the lyrics.
