Took down the last of the Christmas lights today -- always a somber duty. But at least we got to do it over the course of an unexpectedly long weekend, given the snows of Thursday night into Friday. So I got to sit back and slurp the last of the eggnog, sip what was left at the bottom of that Frangelico bottle, and eat the final holiday chocolates. Back in the old Brooklyn days, there would still be that box of strouffoli on the counter -- that sticky pyramid, half-eaten, half-wanted, but finally eaten away as the cookie plate ran empty and the moth of January got fully into gear.
Anyway, we took down the tree and living room decorations yesterday. Now the place is boring again. And the weather is getting cold -- we'll be spending some time in the single digits in the next few days. Blowjhinksi.
You know what I need? A nice refreshing cucumber soda.