“Ringing in the New Year” has always been a fairly adult celebration – in large part because most kiddies (certainly mine!) are normally in bed by midnight (and if they’re not, they’re pretty grumpy).
On the last night of 2005, though, we wanted to celebrate as a family.
Some (of us) went to the Mid City Bonfire, but I wanted to watch the fireworks on the river. It didn’t work out that way.
I don’t know whether it was the driving around the devastated areas that we did during the day, or the never-ending conversations about trailers, rebuilding, and the future… but whatever it was, it took the “fun” right outta me.
We came home and went to bed before 11 pm.
In retrospect, I’m not all that disappointed (though I was last night). Sleep is a good thing, and greeting the New Year well-rested has a great deal to recommend it! Now I can start fresh, with some energy to go with it.
That’s a good thing, cuz we’re heading back to Texas today, and it’s an unbelievably depressing drive. Pix and more thoughts later… from Katy…
Happy New Year, everybody!
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Welcome home.