I don't really have a lot to share. It's 2026. So far, it's like the 13th month of 2025. Bad, stupid things happening in the current events arena. We kidnapped (?) the president of Venezuela. Don't ask me whether that is good or bad - I don't know. ICE shot a woman for doing absolutely nothing illegal. Those are the big headlines.
I tend to view news as the forest, not the trees. I'm not smart enough to process all that information. Well, I'm probably smart enough, but I choose to use what there is of my brainpower on far less useful things. Call it denial. It's currently working, so I'll stick with it.
These days, we're enjoying episodes of Family Feud as a pre-dinner ritual. We both think we could do far better than some of the clods on there currently. Like the woman last night who chose "red" as the answer for the answer to "Name a common color of Post-It Note." I'm not saying it's not possible, but... no.
The older I get, the less plausible appearing in Jeopardy seems. I'm OK with that. We all know I really just want to get on The Price Is Right. I think I would crush it.
This is going to be a kind of social weekend. We have a friend turning 30 who is doing a "Bar Rot" - rather than a crawl, she's camping out at her favorite dive bar for the afternoon/evening and inviting people to drop in for a drink. I think that's kind of brilliant.
I'm also checking in with my BFF who I haven't seen in nearly three weeks. Which seems like a lot longer than it is. We gotta get caught up. And then, I'm sure we'll take some walks, laundry, groceries - you know, like you do.
We are going to be enjoying our second of two muffulettas from Central Grocery this evening (and on into the weekend). If you haven't enjoyed the plethora of options from Goldbelly.com, you owe yourself a peruse. We also purchased some eggplant parm on New Year's Eve with friends, courtesy of Nonna Dora, by way of Goldbelly. Now it's time to tame the belly of the beast. I saw my doctor this week, and things look OK, but we're always looking to do better.
I woke myself up laughing last night - I was dreaming that my parents and I were looking at antiques, and my father pretended to snort cocaine from this ornate, delicate antique mirror. I don't know, but it tickled me and I woke myself up with a loud, "HAH!" It beats an alarm clock. But it was still early enough to go back to sleep. Which is also nice.
In a week, I am heading to Savannah to meet up with some sorority sisters. It's the kind of thing I would normally find a way to get out of - it's not that I don't like them - I do. It's that prolonged social interaction tends to wear me out. But as you may recall, I decided that this year, I am showing up. I know I won't regret going. I would almost certainly regret not going. So there's that. I need to dig up a light jacket to wear while I'm there. Wish me luck!
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| I'm the one in red. |
Beyond that, it's another mixed-bag of a January. Stay tuned for more of my continuing adventures. Such as they are.
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