New Year's Eve was a blast. Aunt James had a party and it was a marvel to see how she had prepped her house for the guests. She cleaned out and painted and decorated her entire garage, all in the space of two days. The woman is a manic wonder. It was a little cold, but it looked great.
Unfortunately, I may have erred when I hit the champagne at midnight. It always gives me a headache, and I should have known that 2007 would be little different than 2006 in that respect. I felt pretty awful for most of yesterday. Ah, another New Year's Day on the sofa. Will I never learn?