The Ides of January

Late night drive up the Palisades Parkway - late night for me, at any rate.  Funny how, as you get older (or busier), the concept of 'late' seems to get earlier and earlier.  Probably 15 minutes for every year of your life.  When you're 18, 'late' is 5 a.m., whereas now, I start to get itchy at around 11:30, if I know there's even a slight drive ahead of me.

Admittedly, winter adds its own handicap to the schedule.  I hardly want to leave the house in cold weather, much less be social and have to cross state lines.

Had a pleasant day, though.  Got a little bit done around the house.  Cleaned up the recycling, which had fallen behind by a week because of the storm and was taking over both the front porch and the kitchen counter.  After that, headed over to Amy's (The Tappan Sea singer) house to do a little recording which was a lot of mellow fun, then home and into the city for dinner with friends, which was also mellow fun.  Mellower than usual, since those dinners tend toward the drunk and loud end of the spectrum, but circumstances, shall we say, have changed.

And now I'm home, and it's time for me to get into a warm bed with my wife (or is that climb into bed with my warm wife?), and maybe watch us some TV, snuggle for warmth, and fall asleep.  Winter does have its compensations.

D.