I always used to say, “If I’m not working, I’m on vacation.” On a 29-degree workday, the closest I could come to a tropical getaway on my lunch break was to munch on a Cuban guava pastry (pastelito de guyaba compliments of a co-worker who just returned from Key West), bundle up in a winter coat, and trudge out to my car, where I enjoyed the sounds of Caribbean music while catching some rays through the sunroof and immersing myself in Treasure Island on my Kindle for an hour. That counts, right?
December 31, and it feels like springtime outside. I spent the morning sleeping in, taking a long, relaxing shower, and cleaning up my room. My plans to close out the year today include joining J and Diesel on a long walk, posting my final resolution update of 2011, and listening to Radio Margaritaville while I read Treasure Island on my Kindle outside. Then I’m going to throw on a sequin blazer and some ridiculous heels, and head over to Tina’s with a cake, my boyfriend, and two bottles of Prosecco to ring in 2012.
Like I always say, the even years are better. Looking forward to a fresh start. =)
Happy New Year!
Since I actually wrote this blog post in an e-mail to myself this afternoon with the intent to post it tonight and backdate it to this time I actually wrote it (which I am currently doing), I would just like to say that I really, really, really look forward to getting home from work and finding a heaping pile of cat vomit on my carpet. Really.
I’m just hanging out at my desk, mourning the death of my favorite author – Kurt Vonnegut. The guy was brilliant. Hilarious. In honor of him, I am going to collect all of his books – or at least read them all. (I kind of planned on doing that anyway, but…)
Anyway, Mr. V., you had a good run. 85 years, and more than a dozen humorous novels. Thanks for those. My favorite so far is Breakfast of Champions. Peace out, and don’t forget, "The 2 prime movers in the Universe are Time and Luck." Someday I’ll name a pet after you.