Last night, despite my tendency to be extremely shy around large groups of strangers, we went to a New Year's Eve party hosted by friends we met through Ms. Eclectic, and there was much laughter, and some really nice merlot, and these mini pecan-pie tart things that were seriously addictive. I'm glad I went, even though I had a bad reaction to the eyebrow waxing earlier yesterday, and my eyelids felt raw and puffy.
Today, we slept through church, and beyond, finally waking around 12:30, at which point Fuzzy went upstairs to kill scary animated creatures, and I began a marathon of laundry, not that we were horribly behind on it, but for some reason towels never seem to get washed til we're completely out of washcloths. Also, I used Dryel for the first time on my three angora sweaters that have been a staple of my winter wardrobe, and it seemed to work just fine. It's not cheap, but it's still half the price of actual trips to the dry-cleaner, and since it seems the black angora sweater is going to be one of those garments that gets stained every time I wear it, this is a good thing.
I've spent the time NOT spent folding laundry indulging in the Monk marathon on USA, because, really, what's a holiday weekend without vast amounts of mindless television. I hadn't seen the Christmas episode, or the Jason Alexander episode before, and I'm usually multitasking while watching this, so even the episodes I HAVE seen are somewhat entertaining. Chalk it up to the talents of Tony Shalhoub I guess.
It's nearing eleven at night, now, and the laundry's almost done, and we've just had a dinner of meatloaf and cranberry sauce (I had defrosted an emergency bag of cranberries for a Christmas party I ended up being too sick too attend, and HAD to use them.), and I'm almost done with my first novel of the year, a V.I. Warshawski novel called Fire Sale. Sara Paretsky's been a favorite author of mine for longer than I've been married, and it's nice to revisit her version of Chicago.
The commercial break has ended, and I'm about to watch Mr. Monk solve the crime now, so I'll end this with a wish that your new year be peaceful and prosperous, and full of pleasant surprises.