Mary and I spent New Year’s Eve as we always do, at home, having pizza rolls, going to bed more or less early. She went to bed before 11, while I stayed up about another hour until the clock read midnight, then went to bed.
Boring? Yeah, and at this stage of my life, that’s the way I like it.
I have yet to venture out of the house this year. Seriously, I think the last time I was out of the house was before Christmas. The only time I venture out the door here is when I have a medical appointment, like I will next Tuesday, when I have my teeth cleaned. I’m getting to where I don’t mind it. Stay in, stay out of trouble. That’s my motto.
Mary gets out to the store a couple of times a week, and sometimes picks up lunch and brings it home. We’re saving money because we hardly go to Starbucks anymore. And you know what? I don’t miss it.
In short, it’s been peaceful here so far. No reason to think it’ll be any less peaceful the rest of the year. Peaceful is boring, and boring is good.