This doesn't bode well...

or maybe it does... I am not sure yet. Bones picked clean... starting with a fresh palate... or perhaps a year of firsts?

I just realized that I spent the first two days of this new year without seeing a living soul.

I was just thinking that for the first time ever, as far as I can recall, I wore sweatpants on New Year's Day.

It then dawned on me that for the first time ever, other than if I had previously done so whilst ill, I wore the same clothes for two days in a row... and slept in them.

This may have been the first New Year that I did NOT have shrimp dip... (I made it for Christmas.)

(Interlude:

Ah... a knocking on the door... Food delivery, so now technically, I didn't spend the first two days of the new year without seeing a living soul.)

Definitely the first time I have received the gift of chocolate ... with a bite taken out of it. (It was excellent though... a key lime truffle.)

For the first time in my life, this winter I find myself needing to wear a robe on TOP of my clothes, with wool socks AND slippers... just to keep moderately lukewarm IN the house. 

The first time in my life that I have felt truly small, and felt like curling up into a little ball, wrapping myself in a blanket and making myself smaller.

The first year... ever... that I have started out having absolutely no clue whatsoever what to do with this life.

Sounds great so far eh?

Hmm... I was just thinking... How is it that everything can be up in the air... but feel like six feet under? But heck... if I can laugh about it ... or I can make someone else smile? It's all good.