So, it’s 2012.  It doesn’t feel all that different from 2011.  Our dinner last night was very pleasant.  The conversation was largely medical (between his treatments and mine).  We’ve seen him (once in the infusion room) since he was diagnosed (quite a while ago), but she hadn’t seen me at all since the summer.  (I think it’s reassuring to people when I turn up looking relatively fit and energetic.)  In any case, sharing our last meal of the year with these dear, old friends made me very happy.  I hope they felt the same.

We got up reasonably early after an early night.  (We haven’t tried to stay up to watch the ball drop in years, or even tried to wake up for it.)  I realized there were some work files that I’d need to format and roll over to make them 2012 files, so I did that sort of thing for a while.  I did a short workout (20 minutes total) on the elliptical, then some strength and stretching).  I’d figured on taking a shower and soak.  (That’s what I’ve been doing:  I start with a shower, so I can wash my hair and soap myself clean, and then fill the tub with lavender stuff and soak for a while.)  But I wasn’t going to get all that in before lunch, so I decided just to shower and to take my soak after lunch.  In between I did the hand laundry.

I’d also figured on doing some baking today, but the soak was so relaxing that I took a nap instead.  I don’t feel too bad about that because I think naps are good for me and, while I don’t mind baking, I couldn’t decide whether to bake bread or cookies, and my sweetie was no help at all in making the decision.

We’re going to try to stay awake until 9pm, and to that end have begun the DVD of Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy (the Guiness version, of course).  I love it, but it’s annoying because there are three disks (we used to have a changer, which helped some, but it died), and because, even with successive episodes on a single disk, you have to select the next one; you can’t just play the whole disk.  I supposed I could do something about that, but it’s more effort than I care to take.

So, that’s today.  I should go back to Tinker, Tailor.  Behind me I hear Irina telling Ricky Tarr that she’s afraid she’s been betrayed, as of course, she has been.  (Do I want to see the new movie?  I have very mixed feelings about it, and haven’t gone out to a movie theater in several years.)

Happy Thanksgiving, and happy 2012.