Black eyed peas with bacon and collard greens with ham. That is the way to start the New Year, I am told, and so the peas are soaking, etc. The old year ended as I turned over the keys to the studio to the new landlord. The thing was done.
I went to an early dinner off the Boulevard to my favorite Italian restaurant before the crowd arrived. Ate street side on a gentle evening after a bottle of champagne, then a bottle of Chianti Classico. Home for a scotch and early bed. The New Year came as I was sleeping.
Now to get on with things. That is the chore. No resolutions but plenty of good intent. Fingers crossed.
Happy New Year.
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