One hour and forty minutes into 2020 and I find it looks a lot like 2019. I can remember when The Old Year was represented by a white-bearded Father Time carrying a scythe. The New Year was a baby wearing a diaper and a sash bearing the number of the new year. I don’t see those two figures very often any more.
I just made a pot of decaf. I am watching old Warner Brothers Merrie Melodies and Looney Tunes cartoons. I must have seen these cartoons countless times over my lifetime. This particular collection has a lot of World War Two themed cartoons with Bugs, Daffy, Porky and Elmer giving der Führer what for.
J has been resting well with the kidney stone. It must have shift to a less irritating position.
I could be just plain old bored. I don’t want to sleep because something interesting might come along and I would miss it. That and the tears are always pressing against my eyes but never forthcoming.
Happy New Year.
Happy New Year
Happy new year. May it bring good things your way…