I’ve had some sad moments recently – going through some changes in a relationship – so I’ve been feeling reflective and bittersweet, but in spite of things in many ways it’s already shaping up to be a promising new year. Or at least it feels that way. So often the new year finds me thoroughly depressed but these last few days have felt good. Plus I’ve also been doing lots of squats, which thoroughly exhaust me and get those feel-good endorphins pumping. And they’re good for shapely legs – certainly my best asset ;-)

Wednesday night I just stayed in and took it easy, watching the ball in Times Square drop on TV. I have to say that Dick Clark is very gutsy to go on air in spite of his stroke. It’s pretty admirable that he does that, showing himself with his slurred speech and carrying on anyway. I’ve been watching that show for years, and it’s interesting how people used to say that he never ages. Well, obviously, the years have finally caught up, but showing his frailty and inevitable decay sort of fits the holiday, which always has a sadness to it anyway. Time passes, our parents grow old, and we age and move another year closer to our own end. It’s sad and it’s happy. What else is there? Happy New Year.