Now a week later, it's New Year's Eve. The Twilight Zone marathon is likely on somewhere, and other stuff on other channels, but instead I get to watch Fox News's coverage of the New Year party at Times Square. Nothing but crap modern day musicians and adults dancing and screaming like teenagers...please shoot me.
While I suffer through Rachel Platten I'll talk about plans for the new year, now only a few hours away from us at Southeast Missouri. After a childhood of having new year's resolutions forced upon me I don't make those, but I do like to close my eyes and go over the things that will change. So far I can name two things for sure:
*New job location
I'm cautiously excited about the first and nervous about the second. Midway though November my boss called me and asked me to fill a position at Holcomb, and I took her up on the offer though I was quite happy at Campbell. We'll see how that goes.
To keep this post from being all chatter, here's Alistair in his Christmas pants.
The weather has finally gotten suitably cold, so the winter garb can come out. As you can no doubt see, Alistair's pants have Santa Claus printed on them, straight from Sammy's Treat Shop. Delightful Etsy store to go to if you're short on ball-jointed doll stuff.
Happy New Year,