The sun was up when I poured myself out of bed this morning, after having poured myself more than one last night. It was a good New Years Eve. Dan and Britt joined Joanie, Anne and I for a NYE supper of vegetable soup and garlic bread. The bread was a bigger hit than the soup. By the end of dinner, it was gone, but there was still plenty of soup left. I had made the soup and made too much of it, but five people put a healthy dent into the pot.

Afterwards, Dan and Britt went out to the movies, while the rest of us stayed home to watch TV. We first watched Barbie and then Elvis. By then it was midnight and 2024. Fireworks or maybe gunfire erupted outside, but I was not about to go out to investigate. We finished our night of excess with some strawberry-chocolate cake that Joanie had brought over.

This morning I poured myself a cup of joe from the new coffee pot that Joanie had gifted us with last night. It was on our list of appliances to replace this year. The old pot still functioned, but often requires a bit of coaxing to perform. When a cup was ready, I poured myself one and sat down to read the news. The WaPo offered a quiz, predictions for 2024. Multiple-choice and ranging from domestic to international to business predictions, its figure of merit was guessing what the staff thought would occur. Not that they have any idea about what is going to happen this new year. I scored 60%. Which I guess is only psychic lite.

That is the thing about predicting the future. Somethings you know will occur, just not when. Other things come at you from out of the blue. This is an election year, with all of the fun that that entails, not. We have a road trip planned in March to Boston. Dave and Maren have dueling business trips. Maren is going to Panama, while Dave is headed to Universal Studios, Florida. And all I got were trips to Dayton. We will time our visit to help Dave the week that he is soloing with Declan. As for the rest of the year, only time will tell.