I am setting myself up today for some busy work, listening to WKSU (Sylvia Docking rocks), or maybe WJFF; L is on the way back from a New Year's Eve sleep over. I wonder when (if) she got to bed . . .
Contemplating New Year's dinner. Roasted lamb, and scalloped potatoes sliced with my mandoline-ish thing from France (yes, I've been warned), but we might have all of it tomorrow.
Frankly, that prosecco is calling my name. I might abandon all of this in a minute and watch the birds, glass in hand.