A New Kind of New Year’s Day

For the last 30 years of my life I’ve spent New Year’s day holding my nose against the reek of sour kraut and pork while groaning through an entire day of football.  Football, ugh, the bane of my existance. I am irritated by football for a number of reasons, none of which will be included in this post.  Because year 31 was my lucky day.  While the rest of my family was whooping it up over football, I managed to escape to my daughter’s well appointed basement for a lovely quiet day of sewing and writing.  Sadly, I still had to put up with the stink of sour kraut.

Happy New Year!