Hello, Gentle Readers! How was your New Year celebration? Celebraty? Excellent. Not-so-celebraty? I am so sorry, forget I mentioned it – unless you want to vent, of course, in which case knock yourself out.
My New Year’s Eve was actually quite nice. I was at my mother’s, as were an assortment of siblings and and aunts&uncles and cousins and niecephews. We had dinner, we played cards and board-games until my head fell right off from sheer exhaustion, and my sisters took to sitting up all night every night playing the guitar and singing Leonard Cohen (they are, respectively, 24 and 36. Well now). Nobody actually fought. There may have been a little frustrated weeping in bathrooms. One uncle, who can occasionally be an immature sulky bastard, behaved like an immature sulky bastard, which I’m afraid I found hilarious because he was sulking at us all, very pointedly, because the 9-year-old had cheeked him. The 9-year-old. *snort*. Oh, and there was a truly unpleasant incident involving a cat, worming tablets, cat-bodily-fluids, worms, and my having a migraine, which ended in bleach and cleansing with fire. Happy New Year, start as you mean to go on, eh? Oh dear oh dear oh dear.
And then as soon as we got back home again on New Year’s Day, it was time to do laundry and find my work ID, and I spent the rest of the week wondering why I hadn’t had the nous to book the first week of January off, like absolutely everyone else had done.
I am so tired.
Next time, on Nuts in May: my thyroid, and progress on the Fourth Opinion.