Lang may yer lum reek.

January 1, 2017. Here we go. Another new year.

My Dad loved new year's..well he loved the holidays, he was always in a good mood, happy, smiling, happy to welcome folks to the house, happy to make his eggnog with port wine, happy to give gifts. I think now, looking back, that he liked it so much because now he could buy gifts and give gifts, he was no longer poor. He so enjoyed giving to others. On New Years Eve and New Year's Day he and I would go first footing, to people's homes delivering fruitcake and bottles of scotch. He loved that and I loved doing it with him.

The most I could muster last night was dinner with friends, and conversation before and after. Done. I was awake at midnight to exchange texts with my daughter. I want sleep. As much as I can get.

It is a surreal new years full of political uncertainty and misery. I am not feeling my usual motivation.

I did runes last night-and I basically got-Examine self- Practice patience-Change is possible.  Those are good words to live by for the next twelve months.

The cats are my most loyal companions. They are my constant, my daily ritual partners. The love is mutual and unconditional and very soft.

Spending the day taking care or as always I am reorganizing the sock drawer-all drawers, kitchen and bathroom drawers, living drawers, bedroom drawers and closets,  and some basement storage reorg. I already did the books. 3 bookcases, 5 shelves each, each book moved and dusted, and replaced.

De-clutter. The acts of de-cluttering is so satisfying. I can be miserable-totally unsatisfied with life, the country, my friends, myself, but reorg at home in a contained space that is all mine and i get to make all the decisions about what to toss and what to keep and where it should now live in the space...is relaxing. It is never done and many spaces need to done over and over through out the year.

Those are my plans today.

I might get myself into work for a bit and see where i am at see how bad it is...make priorities.

Later that same day...

I did not go to work. I went to Plum. I smoked. Then I smoked some more. And I ate. And I drank wine. And with each passing minute i regret that I get closer to my vacation is coming to an end. Only one more day left.

sigh.

I would be happy to never go to work ever again. Very happy.