New.

It's snowing. Again. We got about 8 inches yesterday and now we're probably going to get another 8 or so. The snow is lovely to watch, though: big fat snowflakes falling as if in a holiday movie. Unfortunately, I'm totally over the holidays and even though winter is just getting started, I'm done with it and am looking forward to May.

I barely acknowledged the new year last night. At about 11:30, I told Brian to wake me up just before midnight. So he did and of course I bitched at him for waking me up. The ball dropped, we kissed- sorta, I was trying to put my head back down on the pillow- and that was it for me.

This morning, we drank two bottles of Asti Spumante in bed (I think I consumed most of it myself- or at least that's how my head feels at the moment) while watching episodes of The Simpsons on dvd. It was well after 11:00 before we finally came downstairs and made breakfast: strawberries with cream and sugar, thick slices of french toast and crispy bacon. And coffee...lots and lots of coffee. Lo, and it was good.

So now I'm just sitting here, watching the snow fall and occasionally picking up a scarf to knit. This house is a fucking mess and I need to get up off my ass and start cleaning. Brian is taking a nap upstairs and I'm tempted to join him. If the snow keeps falling like, I might not be going in to work tomorrow, so there is plenty of time to clean later.

When I ignore the headache and exhaustion and slight edge of panic that sharpens when I look at the mess around me, I feel excited for what this new year will bring. I just have to keep reminding myself of what I want to accomplish and not allow the usual rounds of self-sabotage. So I guess that means I should put down the handful of Hershey's kisses I just picked up, yes?

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