Wraps a towel around her as she's heading for the bedroom chair
It's just another day. (Paul McCartney)
I can be accused of many things. Inconsistency is not on the list.
It's the same thing every year.
Christmas, my birthday, and New Year's Eve/Day are all in rapid succession.
Every year, I dread that week.
Every year, I can't wait until it's over.
January rolls around.
Every year, I regret not doing something fun.
One year, the pattern might be broken.
I'm not holding out much hope.
