My mother used to tell me to be careful how you spent New Year’s Day because you would spend the rest of the year doing the same. I shrugged it aside as an old wives’ tale, going about my business. Today, I wonder if there was a kernel of truth in the old saying. New Year’s Day was a lazy day for me. It was cold. My kids stayed up the night before, so were sleeping in. I read a lot, doing little else. That evening we fixed dinner, and the girls helped me move the boxes of Christmas decorations into the attic.
This slow start on New Years seems to be dragging along. I’m giving the arctic cold front some blame to my laziness. I’m not used to this kind of cold. My bed is warm and comfy. I have a ton of books on my Kindle app. I’m good.
But, I have things I need to do. I’ve got to put the polish on a manuscript to get it ready for release. I have stories I need to finish. Oh wait, there’s Lucifer on Hulu. I’ve been meaning to watch that. Even this blog is being written today, instead of earlier in the week, like I usually do.
It’s time to buckle down. I’m not wasting time in 2018. There are too many things I want to accomplish. Guess I better get on that.
Till next week,