We really wanted to go join the local filk group: the downtown Opening Night theme this year is the Universe, and the filk group has a gig on in the celebration, but I’m still prone to tire out: mineral levels, electrolytes, or whatever: yogurt is helping, slowly, because my stomach is still iffy—and being down there with no easy way to get out is just panic-inducing. Hate to pay for the evening passes for two people and then have to go home after thirty minutes. So we’re ringing in the new year here…bubbly and chili mac. Tomorrow morning the Rose Parade, bacon, waffles, and who knows what?
After that—we go look at Y memberships and an exercise program.