Well, happy new year to all. I promised three posts this week and I guess this is the third, even though it’s Saturday.
I hope you all had a peaceful and pleasing Eve. We’re feeling fine, and it seems we may have dodged Covid. Kate’s illness flew in and out the window in about 48 hours, and so far, we’re symptom-free. I got a PCR yesterday — no results yet — and Alan got a PCR and instant, with the latter coming up negative. So you see? It’s true! Covid is just big-government mind control!
I’m still self-isolating until my results come in. It’s supposed to be warmish today with a snowstorm later tonight, then bitter cold, so I’m planning a long outdoor walk, maybe on Belle Isle. I walked three miles yesterday, to the grocery for a few supplies and back, and was amazed by how it wiped me out. Three miles! Of course, having slept four hours the night before probably didn’t help. But Dry January starts today, and I might as well make it comprehensively healthy.
I did a fancy surf ‘n’ turf dinner for my last night of wine consumption for a while. Beef tenderloin and scallops, with individual spinach soufflés and chocolate lava cake for dessert. Then we watched “The Lost Daughter” (recommended) and I folded my tent early. Even the usual midnight fusillade of gunfire couldn’t wake me. Man, I needed to sleep.
Resolutions? This year? OK, just some easy ones: Read more ink on paper, fewer pixels on screens. Listen to more new music. Don’t look back. Get to Spain (or maybe Italy). So I best get moving, eh? See you Monday.