Thanks for all the well wishes. I’m happy to report that I woke up feeling better and the boys are on their way. Hopefully, our plans will go off without a hitch. It would be nice to break the NYE curse and start 2018 off right.
Jeffrey has the fire going, and we plan to have a quiet leisurely warm, comfortable afternoon with the guys before heading out to an early dinner, then home for a few rounds of “That’s What She Said,” (which is a silly, more PG innuendo game version of Cards against Humanity,) while we wait to ring in the New Year at midnight with champagne before promptly heading to bed.
We’ve spent (or attempted to spend) NYE out and about, at parties, and away from home, but we find we prefer the peace and safety of a quiet evening at home. I guess we’re officially fuddy-duddies.
On another note: It’s a balmy -1 degree out. Rita seems to be handling it ok, but Harvey is having a hard time with it. The cold ground hurts his paws and, within seconds of being outside, he has trouble walking, sometimes before he’s even able to do his business. We have to scoop him up and carry him inside, where we gently warm his paws with our hands by the fire. It’s both adorable and heartbreaking at the same time.
Have a safe, warm, peaceful New Year’s Eve whatever you do.