New Year's Day

 Yes, I think of March 31 as New Year's Day.  My former life ended on March 30.

So I got off the couch.  I even stripped off and washed the slipcover.

Stepped on the scales.  This is normally part of my morning routine that I stopped along with everything else for three days.  Man, it does not take long.  Three days of lying on the couch almost 24/7, living on coffee cake, Nilla Wafers, cheesecake, the ultimate comfort food of mac & cheese made with genuine Velveeta, and as much alcohol as my stupid acid reflux would let me drink - I'm up 4 pounds in three days.  Today it was oatmeal/yogurt bread for breakfast, a quinoa bowl with vegetables  for lunch, and roast broccoli and sauteed chicken will be dinner.

I'm calmer.  I'm dropping some "I shoulds."  There's a circus in town this weekend - I should go, to do something different.  But I don't want to, at least not by myself.  I have nothing to prove; I've done a lot of stuff in the last few months.  The weaver's guild meeting is tomorrow, and maybe I should go - but I'm still miffed at those half-dozen people I was supposed to meet last week for wasting my time by not showing up - so I'm not going.

I got the dishes done, and the laundry put away.  I cut down a lot of bamboo (that stuff can grow 6 feet in 4 days) and spent time in the garden with the flame thrower and got a good start on clearing that.

It's spring.  The crows are back.  This morning I put out food for them, and imitated Bob's call of "Crows . . . crows!"  Within a minute the glossy black wings were soaring in.  It pleases me that they know my voice.

On one of my times up making tea yesterday, I mixed up a sugar solution and dug out the hummingbird feeder and put it up.  One hummer found it today.

It's a new year.  Time to tug on the bootstraps and march on.