I’ll be alone tonight so I’ll have time to write what I hope to.

Have a thoughtful New Year’s Eve. Don’t forget to chill the champagne.

hWell, I chilled the champagne, and that’s al lI did.

I was so sleepy-tired that I went to bed at 10 p.m. I woke a 1 a.m. looked at the time and went back to sleep, until 7 a.m. —

tomorrow!

And here I am, at 9:15 a.m. I’v e had a cup of tea, barely tasted. No oranges left. New Netflix started—aargh, not staying with it.

It’s tomorrow already and I’m still back in 2023, with an untouched bottle (piccolo) of champagne, and the first of many potential resolutions unmade—and unbroken?

I wish.

Way to go, B.J. (heavy sarcasm)