It’s the eve of New Year’s Eve, but life is already winding down. Perhaps it’s because it’s also a Friday, and most employers are sending employees home at the usual five o’clock hour with no expectation to see them again before Tuesday, January 3. In other years, employees often worked a half or whole day on New Year’s Eve.
I’m winding down too, having waited until almost ten o’clock at night to blog. We’ve had company all week and today was the first day I’ve been at home, alone, catching up on year-end activities, doing the residual laundry houseguests leave behind, and generally sifting through piles that have accumulated on my desk . . . and my floor.
It felt good to spend the day this way. It was structured and orderly and quiet.
Actually New Year’s Eve will be the same. We are having dinner with close friends and possibly staying up until midnight. But if we don’t make it, there’ll be no recriminations. Just being together at the end of the year is enough.
Another aspect of New Year’s falling on a weekend is that there is Monday in which to recover. I plan to take advantage of this. There’ll be no mail, few phone calls, and even fewer bids for my attention; because the world at large, at least in the United States, isn’t expected to show up for business until Tuesday.
And who knows? By then, I could be completely caught up.
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