See you at midnight, 2021.
New Year’s Eve plans? Yes, totally. It’s going to be off the hook. I’m going to start with a cocktail on the couch. And probably end with a cocktail on the couch. In between, maybe a Zoom or two so I actually see some humans besides the ones I live with as I enter into 2021. Thinking I’ll wear my dress-up comfy pants – the ones that have the lightning bolts on them – mostly because they’re the only ones that are clean. Maybe I’ll even try to find matching socks to wear inside my Uggs – but that might be taking things too far. I washed my hair yesterday, so no need to do that today. Make-up? Nah. I’m still going with the whole "I’m letting my skin breathe” excuse I’ve been rocking for 9 months now. I’ve finished all of Netflix, Apple TV, Hulu and Prime – I guess I could try network TV, but who wants all those commercials? I’ll probably only make it until 9pm anyways. But it’s always midnight somewhere, right? I’ll fall asleep in 2020 and wake up in 2021 – it’s going to be like Dorothy walking out of the black-and-white farmhouse into the technicolor world of Oz where Glinda is going to float down in her bubble and put ruby slippers on my feet and make everything twinkle. Right? Right?!?!?! Sigh. Okay, maybe the world won’t be magically fixed by tomorrow morning, but there’s a little light of hope that’s getting bigger every day. I’ve got big plans for the new year, starting with a detox – sugar, alcohol, yoga pants, all of it. Let’s do this, 2021.
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