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F-New ~ New Year’s Eve !

I’m sorry, not really, but maybe that’ll get me pass the censors.

(Addendum ~ my New Year’s is complete ~ TVLand is showing Murder ~ She Wrote all day long, today, Mon / Jan 2 !)

I hate New Year’s Eve.

I remember having a few good NYEve’s ~ Times Square w/friends and friends-of-friends.  Some friends-of-friends were foreign visitors, so we all worked very hard to show them a good time.  It was fun but very exhausting.

There were a few NYEve’s with friends, family, and in-laws that were fun too, but for the most part, it’s been me, a few others, a pet or two, and a bottle of bubbly.

I get out the Waterford, toasts are given and we have a drink or two.  Before everyone leaves, I can feel the melancholia seeping into my psyche.

I’m not sure if it’s the anticipation, not like the anticipation of a hot date or good sex, more like the anxiety of a pass/fail academic entrance exam or that desperately needed job interview, it just may be the expectation that things will change, naturally for the better, yet knowing that almost nothing extraordinary happens in the hours between midnight and 7am, is in itself so disillusioning, that sleeping through NYDay, is about the best I can do.

As for resolutions, some I keep, some I don’t.  So far, whatever unrealistic, overblown, hedonistic, self-indulgent, even gratuitous resolutions I’ve made, they haven’t had a snowball’s chance in hell of causing any monumental ramifications. This year, I’m resolving not to slap people who use that most annoying utterance  ~ Kardash@%@#^&#& !

January 2nd, is a day I like.  The Holiday season is over, (unless you’re in a country that celebrates the Epiphany), and it’s back to business as usual: the business of taking care of business; finding the resolve you need to live 24/7 for as long as you live.

Which is also very exhausting!

Yours ‘till, Kate

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