Really, I’m just unprepared for 2023. I have more books to read, more laundry to finish folding (it’s been in the basket for a week or two), more Shakespeare to watch (9 plays to go!), more to write, more sleep to enjoy, more belly rubs to give the cat and the pup, just more I want to do in 2022.
But it won’t happen. I won’t finish reading any more books except the 2 I’m in the middle of now. I can either listen to an audiobook or watch 2 more plays from the bard tomorrow. The laundry… well, maybe. Writing happens whenever I get the inspiration and I’m writing at least a little every day but tomorrow won’t be dedicated to the books. The dog and the cat will get their daily doses of love of course.
But there’s one last dinner out in my city. One more day I wake up in the best city in the world. One more day I wake up. That will round out this year properly. It’s been a momentous year for me. I have a whole recap coming. In the meantime, enjoy this pic of my new cut and color. My style team at Paris Parker knocked it out of the ballpark last week.
