Happy new year. Note the gusto with which I deliver that line. None. It’s because I can’t possibly know what’s coming and whether it will be happy or not. I won’t know till the end and by then I won’t remember what passed.
Emily did not want champagne this morning. Again. I want some. Celebrate the new year. Maybe later.
Following tradition, today is the day we put away Christmas until next November. It’s never fun and Emily always complains she does all the work. She doesn’t, it’s a martyr complex. I help. I always help. This year we have the added pleasure of having a “live” Xmas tree. For the past 16 years we have used the same pre lit fake tree. And I loved it. Dumped it in the move. Anyway, real “live” tree this year. And like all other 30 days from cut trees, dry as a bone now. I spent 30 mins with the vacuum. Of course Emily then says vacuum the house too. This shit gets out of hand quickly.
The big put away took most of the day, about six hours. I am beat as hell. I was up very early for work out, without Marika who spent the night elsewhere. And my workout was way to difficult.
That’s really my whole day. Once we were done packing away and cleaning I started a pot roast and we sat down. Marika got home, she has a cold. I medicated her and she went to bed. We sat down and relaxed by folding laundry. What fun. About 530 Marika got up. Now I had an allie for champagne and she agreed to a glass. Finally I got my new year champagne.
At about 6 we had dinner. First time Emily made pot roast. And I made it. Although she did get upset and PO’d at me for cutting the carrots incorrectly. That’s like making it.
Marika is back in bed. Emily is asleep next to me on the couch. Day is done. Marika wants to get up at 5 for workout. She kills me. It’s bed time cuz I am getting up too early.