For all our late night and relatively early morning,
In spite of no naps, and two movies,
Regardless of finishing the toque and knitting half a mitten,
The cooking and clean-up of two meals aside,
Three loads of laundry notwithstanding...
I've barely got five minutes left to wish you all a Happy New Year!
I can't believe I'm still up and my brain is still functioning!
Hoping Twenty-O-Six is a good one for you, although rumour has it that a religious group called "The Family" predicts this is the year that the world will end. I wonder what the Farmer's Almanac says about that?
Take care of yourselves, and don't slip on the ice.