On a New Year's Eve quite unlike any other in my memory, I sit and read while those in my world sleep: Cuppa because she's sick, and Thesha because she's pregnantly tired. Rocky the cat has actually made it to this point of watching the New Year in with me. I thought he'd head to bed as he usually does by now, but I just had to shove the purring critter from my lap to write this tiny entry.
And so, I have spent the evening reading, finishing one Clare Fergusson and Russ Van Alstyne Mystery and starting another — thanks to Lorna in Wonderland for the suggestion. I have hoisted a quiet and modest Bailey's (or two) and have felt a bit lonely at times (with all due respect to Rocky), but it's been differently okay.
So, Happy New Year or HNY for short out there across Canada, the USA, the UK, The Netherlands, South Korea, and Australia. I think that covers it, but if not HNY to you too.