Last Day of 2024

[rolanni]

Tuesday. Grey and cool. There is no snow in the Long Back Yard, though there is a skim of ice on the front steps. Trash and recycling at the curb. First cup of tea in hand.

Breakfast is destined to be a PB&J on an English muffin with a follow of red grapes. And more tea, naturally. Lunch -- I have so many options for lunch. Really, I'm embarrassed.

So far this morning, Rookie has played fetch -- he's really good at bringing the ball and placing it at my feet -- tried to lay claim to the deer antler that has been sitting peaceably on a lower bookshelf for years, and peeled all the sticky notes off of the to-do list. Sigh. A Morning Kitten. *Just* what I need.

I finished *another* book last night -- Lord Julian is a quick read, so that puts me at 61 books on the year (57, if we don't count endless rereads of Diviner's Bow  and a re-read of Salvage Right). I do have the third Lord Julian on deck, but, really, I'm not finishing that one today.

This morning is sewing at St. Mark's. This will be my first foray, I hope of many; and I have an appointment with the chiropractor in the afternoon. And that neatly accounts for my day, give or take a chore or two.

This is the last day of a very bad year, and I stand in dread of what next year will bring, because, absent a death or two, it's looking to be worse.

What are your anticipations for the new year?