The Joy Oh Having Nowhere To Be.

 A holiday of sorts.

Christmas has come and gone and New Year's is on the way. Naming the individual days gets rather difficult as each and every day lately feels as though it is a Sunday. Most definitely a good sign that we are unwinding and dare I say relaxing despite or rather because of this new lockdown.

The odd outing, I just returned from a quick excursion to our local bank, doesn't take much effort apart from changing from sweats to jeans and perhaps an elastic for a pony tail. Isn't it nice that with the advent of face masks, the need to put on lipstick or check for an over zealous spinach leaf has gone? Mask on, and there we are...

The end of the year is beckoning and hopefully for the first time some sanity along with it. None of those horrid fireworks, nor any of those drunken parties that stop being fun long before midnight and involve a lot of time watching. Austria has a curfew in place and that bodes extremely well for a quiet New Year's Eve. Here is hoping that there won't be any idiots trying to bend the rules. 

From Friday many will start on a regime of denial, the New Year's resolutions. Diet being the foremost. How many will suffer those first few days hanging about all forlorn, irritable and slightly hungry?  And how many will dream of those giddy last few days before commencing their resolution? Been there, done that...

Regardless of how we see out the year, it is going to feel fantastic shutting the chapter on 2020 and opening the blank pages of 2021. A year already full of promise and vaccinations. A year where we will celebrate and idolize summer. From now on each and every formerly arbitrary thing, like a summer or an evening out at a restaurant, will be treasured and enjoyed for what it is... a reminder that life as we know it isn't a given and should be appreciated for the gift it is.

Biggi