It’s comforting to be back in the routine of “Date Night,” Trash Day,” Matinee Monday,” and even the boredom of running my familiar neighborhood route every morning. I also took the gloves off this morning with the relatively warmer temperatures. I’m certainly grateful not to be dealing with snow, blizzard-like conditions, holiday transportation delays, health issues, computer problems, or a family crisis. Life is quiet, peaceful, and satisfying. 

We are part of the neighborhood, progressive New Year’s appetizer party. My wife would be unhappy if we weren’t involved in this social extravaganza. It may end up keeping me up until midnight, although that will be at someone else’s home. I’m glad we don’t have that last shift and have the option of sneaking out early. Hopefully, it will be warmer, and we can spread the crowd out into the lanai. It will hardly be the party scene that we just witnessed in the movie, Babylon. Just us old farts with party favors and undoubtedly silly hats. No mountains of cocaine, nudity, or partner swapping. There will be lots of booze and everyone will be within walking distance of home.

We secured the deal on the golf cart (or old fart cart) this morning with an anticipated delivery for after the first of the year. It’s a one-year-old, electric model that a neighbor was forced to sell because his wife needs assisted living accommodations, so they are packing up for the move. I feel like we got a good deal to make up for the rotten sale price we got for the car. We’re driving our other car to Punta Gorda this afternoon for lunch with friends before we host the kids for Christmas tonight. Happy Ho-Ho-Holidays!