Good and plenty

Last night, we were supposed to ring in the new year with friends, but the man and I were exhausted, and I seemed to be coming down with something, my head ached and felt full of wool, and so we stayed home and dozed and woke at midnight to wish each other a happy new year and hold each other close.

Then today, we went to lunch with some of the same friends from last night, and ate butternut squash soup and black bean chili and roasted chicken, and it was a lovely way to begin the year. I always feel so sustained when I am with this crew.

And later, when we got home from lunch, our daughter and her boyfriend came over just because it was a brand new year, and we chatted and laughed and heard about their New Year's Eve, which they spent with my niece and her boyfriend, and a few other friends. They appeared from the photos to have had a rollicking good time. All in all it was a story of good and plentiful food and drink, and the simple pleasure of being together. And these pictures of my daughter and her guy, and my niece in a moment of revelry, both swiped from social media, snaps of joy.