Tonight we'll just be here at home, but I make no promises as to how late I'll be staying up this time.
The tradition here since the Year of Covid, 2020, is that Kristi holds a basically all-night zoom call starting around 9 p.m. with the people who used to be our usual suspects when we had our New Years' Eve par-tays prior to 2020. It was always the same 8 or 10 people, and everyone was so comfortable with that routine and familiarity that it just never changed. But a few of them had moved across the country so it wouldn't quite have been the same, anyway, and the zoom call carries on the tradition beautifully. We still set out the snacks in the dining room where she has the call going, and Nathan and I wander in and out while basically stationing ourselves in our recliners in the next room watching something, or me logging on, or whatever we do. It's a thoroughly enjoyable but safe and relaxing evening. I'm just hitting the sack earlier this week because of the huge month it's been and because I'm just out of my cold, so, again, no guarantees.
