Happy Hour
The first week of January can be a jolt back to the harsh world of reality, especially when you are working or have to return to school. Retirement is a little more gentle and I guess if we wanted to, we could keep up the Christmas partying (Covid aside) until the festive season comes all the way round again.
Call me boring, if you wish, but I've slotted in some early morning fitness classes and have been back to the gym. After the guests, the food, the drink, the games, the conversation, it has been a most welcome return to routine. I'm not sure my muscles agree but there's a limit as to how long they can expect to be allowed to stagnate. This is after all retirement that I am exploring, not a sun lounger!
Despite the grey skies and snowflakes today, I am feeling naturally happy and, dare I say it, optimistic! The days are getting longer and I can almost see without a light when I get up. At least I thought I could until I checked the thermometer on my way through the hall yesterday morning; I swear it said 18˚ (celsius). It didn't; there was a decimal point in the middle, but it felt good to be deluded, if only momentarily.
Whilst we had visitors, the wine and coffees flowed. We even invented a new cocktail: the Neggy Latte Flow. If I was up for fibbing, I'd tell you that it was a mixture of egg nog, espresso and steamed milk. Truthfully, it was not intended for ingestion.
Just like sipping from a glass with a cocktail cherry and paper umbrella though, we gathered around a table to imbibe and chat. The fact it was swabs and samples diminished the taste but not the sense of spirit. So much so that, and in order to maintain the New Year's gym routine and other social interactions, it's a practice that I shall be continuing for the forseeable future.
Down the hatch and up the nose: cheers!
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