We spent New Year's Eve at a friend's house, then spent the night so we wouldn't have to be on the roads after midnight. I went to bed at the quite sensible hour of 2:30 am, but Husband stayed up until after 4:00.
Of course I was awake by 7:15, while he slept until 10:30, but who's counting?
The girls (that would be me and my friend) went for a morning walk while the guys (that would be everyone else) stayed home either sleeping or making breakfast. So I started the year off with friends, a 2 1/5 mile trot (OK, saunter), eggs, toast, bacon and a really good cup of coffee. Not a bad start at all.
We were too tired to do much when we got home (which wasn't until the late afternoon anyway) so my plans for cleaning house fell by the wayside. Which as it turns out might not have been an entirely bad thing, since according to causedujour it's bad luck to do laundry on New Year's Day.
I did cook some black-eyed peas and made colcannon for dinner.
Today, Middle Daughter had to go back to school and Husband had to work, so I've spent the day doing all the housecleaning I didn't do before the New Year started. And while my house isn't clean (I don't think it will ever be clean) it is cleaner, which is something. Right?