I was planning to go to a New Year’s Eve show up at Marlena’s, but got a last-minute case of the blahs. Just a bit wiped out after a week spent: hosting my Mom, then flying back East to visit my brother and his three small kids, then flying back Sunday. And it was a bit bittersweet to be without my East Coast galpal, who I met last New Year’s. Plus seemed like I may have another low-level sinus infection. Yeech….
So I stayed home, put on the “holiday fireplace” DVD, poured myself a drink or two and sat down with the “Pro Digital Photographer’s Handbook,” which I’d been looking forward to reading and which I picked up at the library that morning. Galpal beat me at dialing at midnight her time, and we had a nice conversation catching up. By quarter of midnight, I was nodding off, so I called it a night. Getting boring in my old age, I know…
Right now, I’m down my traditional half-watching the Rose Parade as I wake up. (One of the things I miss as an ex-Angelo is going down to the Rose Bowl on the afternoon of New Year’s Eve to watch the final preparations of the float and seeing them cranked up to perform for the judges.)
I guess this is the point where I’m supposed to reflect on 2007 and look ahead to 2008—but that’s gonna have to wait for more coffee and then breakfast.
