So it is New Year’s and another year without having won the lottery and becoming able to just lounge. This is crimping my style. I really don’t want to go back to work on Tuesday. I have enjoyed these past few days of vacation. I didn’t do much for New Year’s except start a fire in our fireplace, the first one I’d made this (er, last) year. I was kind of surprised that neither of my housemates had any plans, but maybe New Year’s just isn’t a big deal around here. I think many people whom they know are away, no doubt arriving about now to join the trudge to work tomorrow. I did go to a restaurant called BJ’s (I think) a few days ago and that was nice. I can’t say that December was particular significant but at least I saw a few good films, met a few new people, and got many more vacation days than expected thanks to the two storms. I also cleaned my room, which is a rare enough occurrence to be worth mentioning. I am still painfully single, which is difficult. I miss deep conversation, which frankly doesn’t occur with everyone but is nice when it does. I should probably get back on my exercise bike, because that is sort of centering. Not a New Year’s resolution, just a suggestion to myself.