Posted on Tuesday, December 31st, 2019 at 9:18 pm

New Year’s Eve is just another night here. I’m home, because I don’t want to be somewhere with people expecting to see a guitar in my hands. My pads are not ready for it.

Dinner tonight is a monstrous baked gold potato with butter, bacon, cheese, and a jumbo avocado. I hope I have room tomorrow for the traditional fare. After that, free fall. I shouldn’t have much of an appetite, because I don’t have much of one now.

Pay day deposit is still pending, though funds are available. This is a strange system. 21 hour delay and counting? I guess I’ll get used to it. I’m never on the brink, so not something that matters that much. Just new clock work.

A few fireworks here and there, most are at a distance, barely discernible, but a few are loud. I expect a little, but not a lot. They’re pretty strict here.

No email coming in today, but I sort of expected that. But I mean no email, zip, nada, nil, nary a one.

The horde is in bed. Nothing much going on. Guess I better tackle that spud. The Giant Spudocado of New Year’s Eve. Not sure I’ll be awake at midnight.

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