I am at that point in my vacation where I have lost all sense of space and time. Except I know that it’s New Year’s Day because I watched the Rose Parade this morning. And other than the little stint at the Animal Emergency Clinic, it was the perfect vacation. I only showered and got dressed every two or three days, I napped almost every day, I ate my favorite foods and drank my favorite beverages. I spent time with the girls, I spent time with Gary, and I spent time alone. But now in the immortal words of Soul II Soul it’s back to life, back to reality.
I spent some time on Friday cleaning out a couple of kitchen cupboards for a new blog link up I am doing this year.
And then Saturday was the start of the horrible job of installing drywall in the bathroom. All I can say is it took three days and we are still alive and married. It was many degrees below zero, and we had to do all of the cutting in the unheated garage. And then drag materials through the snow into the house. What. A. Mess!
Gary did an amazing job and I limited my meltdowns to just two or three. He even bought the exact amount of drywall he needed which is pretty much a New Year’s miracle. We’re not going to talk about that roll of tape and bucket of mud sitting in the corner. It’s too soon.
Sunday night Gary, Amy and I went to dinner at Bennett’s Chop and Railhouse. We ate dinner there on NYE two years ago too, and it was just as good as we all remembered. I didn’t take one single picture, but Gary shared this one.
After dinner we came home and watched the various countdown shows on tv. And then we went to bed at 12:10 a.m. Low key, just the way I like it!
Somehow we managed to fit in our grocery shopping and laundry, and did a little cleaning (we had to scrub all of the drywall dust off the wood floors). And just like that, the holidays are over and we are beginning our journey through 2018.
Oh and that little stint at the Animal Emergency Clinic? Scout ate a pillowcase. He’s fine, and enjoyed a $1,400 room with a cushy bed. It was exhausting for him.
New Year’s Day falling on a Monday is a sure sign that this is going to be a good year for me. I love when the first of the month is a Monday so this is like 12 times better! It just falls into the order my brain operates in. Plus, it’s an even year so it really doesn’t get much better. As long as I remember to shower and get dressed tomorrow before I go to work ;).