Well, nothing much is happening, actually. Not in this house anyway. We are an entirely secular little family of 9 (two adult humans, 5 adult cats, 2 adult rabbits). Tonight, hubby and I will eat homemade pizza and watch something silly on the telly. That’s all. It’ll be glorious, in an entirely understated and forgettable way.
This morning, I went to the gym as usual. It was pretty quiet–the lull before the New Year’s storm of healthiness resolutions and post-holiday-eating self-loathing. For three weeks in January, it’ll be so busy it’ll actually be almost impossible to get any exercise in. Then it’ll quickly begin to calm down and by mid-February, it’ll be back to only the usual suspects; that’s my sad but true experience of the gymming seasons.
So, my plan for the day: I’m going to do a little housework. I’m going to sit on my arse and read Trollope for a bit. I’m going to write a friend an honest to goodness letter (yes, with my hand! and a pen! on paper!). I’m going to make a pizza pie. I’m going to cuddle my beasties. I may go for a walk later and enjoy a hot chocolate from the evil empire.
Enjoy yourselves, whatever it is you do!