Happy New Year
Here’s my thirty-first December post. Only, technically, it’s a little late. I’m still going to count it though. As an insomniac, I’ve always had a rule that it’s not actually the next day until I’ve slept. It’s a way of getting something good out of insomnia. I get to be days younger than the calendar thinks I am. So, it’s still December 31st to me.
I actually did something on New Year’s Eve tonight for the first time in many, many years. It’s usually the one night a year where I’m actually asleep before midnight. I was feeling lonely at home by myself, so I stopped by my parent’s house. They were getting ready to pick up my niece. She is sleeping at their house tonight. They asked me if I wanted to join them for dinner and I said sure. Then I wound up hanging out with them and watching movies, Smallfoot and The Incredibles 2, until midnight. Wild and crazy.
I didn’t know what I was going to write about today anyway. New Year’s is not my most favorite holiday. I’m not really one to do resolutions or anything. Although my desire to go on a second date could be considered resolution-y, I guess. So it’s good that I did something. It allows me to just tell you about my night.
Now I’m going to try to sleep. I don’t want to be the one responsible for January not arriving. Happy New Year.