New Year’s celebrations?

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If you’re like me your New Year’s Eve went something like this –

Cook dinner, eat, do dishes and clean up kitchen.

Wash face, brush teeth, change into pajamas with plans of watching a movie and ringing in the New Year with spouse and a nice bottle of wine.

Have one glass of wine, watch half the movie, fall asleep.

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Oh, how times change.

We were going to meet two other couples for a New Year’s Day boozy brunch but I got a text yesterday morning saying a good friend was in the hospital with bacterial pneumonia that had spread to her bloodstream.

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So off to the hospital we went. With New Year’s themed flowers.

Thankfully she’s on the mend, getting strong IV antibiotics and breathing more easily.

We spent a few hours cheering her up and then laughed at the sticker on the car next to us in the parking lot.

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Hope your New Year’s Eve and Day were more fun than ours.

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However you chose to celebrate.

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And the hits just keep on coming.

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It’s bad enough I caught Covid.

And my husband caught Covid.

And it ruined my birthday.

And we had to cancel a trip.

And we were too sick to celebrate Christmas.

But now…

On New Years Eve?

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Yup.

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Our wicked expensive, wish we’d never bought it, heat pump equipped, fancy schmantsy water heater decided to die and we’ve been taking cold showers. This year is going out with a bang.

Literally… because I heard one.

Thank God for our always friendly, consistently reliable, there when you need them plumbers. They showed up 5 hours after I called and went right to work.

With no visible ass cracks. You have to love that.

Unfortunately the problem couldn’t be solved without talking to the water heater mothership and of course the manufacturer is closed for the holiday. But our guys gave us a temporary fix, and though we may have to go downstairs and flick the circuit back on ( it trips after running for a while ) … it’s better than cold showering.

They’ll be back at the end of the week.

And I’ll be ready for a cocktail.

Or two.

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Damn you Covid.

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It’s bad enough Covid stole my birthday celebration.

And our Christmas vacation trip.

And Christmas.

But this popped up in my notifications the other day and was the giant turd on top of my rancid cake.

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Somewhere, somehow I lost a day.

Me!

The woman who posts everyday.

The weirdo who used to post twice a day.

The dedicated blogger whose previous streak was over 1,500!

Damn it.

Covid sucks.

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Merry ho ho.

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No matter how low key your celebrations, I know they’re more festive than ours at Casa River this year. Catching Covid and having to cancel our trip derailed our holiday plans and left us too sick to care. No tree, no gifts… though I am feeling better and will cook us a nice turkey dinner with all the trimmings today.

No biggie. I’m at the age where all our grand Christmas celebrations are in the past… and that’s fine.

I did see something that made my heart swell with spirit the other day though…

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Now that’s my kind of tree topper!

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Merry Christmas dear blog friends.

Here’s hoping your home is filled with food, family, fun and if you’re really lucky…. an owl.

❤️

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Taking him to the train station…

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Enough already Covid, it’s time for you to let go.

Day 8 for me… and though for the most part I’m better… the nagging cough, nasal congestion and overwhelming fatigue persist. Housework hasn’t been done, laundry is piling up and I can’t seem to find the energy to care.

I cook, cough, eat, blow my nose, do dishes, cough, and repeat.

Husband feels about the same, just a few days behind me. They say misery loves company but at this point I’d prefer to suffer alone and have him do some chores.

So here we sit, binging the entire 5 seasons of Yellowstone because my husband never saw it. He’s always late to popular series parties… but is enjoying the ride now.

Christmas?

What’s that….

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