We sprinted to the finish of 2014, two whirling dervishes of Christmas cheer.
Like gangly elves, we shopped and shipped, cooked and cleaned, tasted and toasted, waited and welcomed, cheered and chose.
We high-fived as we passed in chaotic hallways, giddy on the adrenalin of a full house.
“This is awesome!” we said as we set tables sagging with food and shared lingering meals with the people we love.
For nearly two glorious weeks, we rolled
And then, yesterday morning, I opened one sleepy eye and saw the sun poking through the bedroom shades. I noted the wind rattling a loose storm window, as, slowly, the glorious realization dawned.
I had absolutely nothing, not one thing, to write on the day’s to do list.
Not one reason even to open the front door.
So, we didn’t.
New Year’s Day, for us, turned out to be one, long, magnificent jammy day.
Our game day gear? Rumpled flannel. Go Badgers!
We’ve read all the New Year admonishments — throw off the bow lines and all.
We absolutely intend to get out there and do that.
Meanwhile, we’re all tucked in with Netflix and some great college football games, leftovers and a cool kitchen torch, and we intend to enjoy them.