Think I'll pass on the coffee for the evening, thanks.
Still an hour and a half to go, here in The West; I thought I might sneak in early and catch y'all already snoozin'. Ha!!! So, happy new year, y'all.
Hippo, Birdie, Two Ewes, Mr.Slim, many Hippo returns. Hey, it's still yesterday here.
Looking back over the past couple of week's posts, a couple of things stuck with me.
First, Stu and his family and friends remain in my thoughts and prayers.
Then, there are the eagles: That shot of the bird on the street light brought back a memory. Back in the seventies, there was a Golden Eagle about the same size as the one in the pic that sat on a streetlight like that along my way to work most days. In the morning, he would be facing south, the direction I was coming from, and in the evening, he would be facing north; it was almost as if he was watching the passing parade and looking for some specific thing.
Well, the evening is wearing on, and the celebrations on the TV are in full swing. I'm gonna go see if I can find something to do, so on that note, a sentiment that I heard today that sort of hit a note with me:
May the best of the old year be the worst of the new year.
Later.