Ring In

So here we are in 'ought-seven. And, if today is any indication of the rest of the year, I plan on being pretty laid back. To wit: I've yet to put on anything resmbling real clothing. I'm currently clad in a white t-shirt and red penguin lounge-type pants. I went to bed in them around, oh, four a.m., and got up in them around eleven or so. And I'm perfectly alright with this. Lest you think I've slugged around all day, let me say that I have done some useful stuff: washed the dishes and did an hour or so of painting. But I had to stop because the stomach was telling me to eat. So more painting later.

Last night/this morning was lots of fun. Nothing terribly stand out, but a good solid time of fun, which is all that really matters. If I learned anything last night, it's that sloppy joes are more appealing to some people than steak and potatoes. And we made hats! If dad didn't have my camera right now, I'd take a picture. But rest assured, it's a thing of beauty.

This should be an interesting week ahead. Odds are good enough may (or may not) happen to set the tone for the early part of the year. Should be fun.


Dave