Lazy

If there’s any truth to the old chestnut which has it that whatever you do the first day of the year defines what you’ll be doing the other 364, then this is going to the laziest twelve months I’ve ever lived.

Jen and I succeeded mightily in our New Year’s Eve celebrations and didn’t get home from seeing the band X, then closing down a bar where some friends were reveling, then walking across town in the cold for omelets and toast at our chums’ apartment until 5:00 in the morning, so we both managed to lie abed until almost noon, (something I’m pretty sure I didn’t do once in all of 2010), and even after we did rise, my activities have amounted to little more than puttering about the house, doing a bit of shopping, and reading the big fat book I’ve been working through for the last couple weeks, Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, which, although it bills itself as literary fiction, is hardly much more than Harry Potter for grownups.

But I’m going to cut myself some slack, this being a holiday and all; while I may not have done much to make the world a better place, I didn’t at least, do anything that made it significantly worse, which is more than can be said for the actors in the Budweiser commercial that’s airing as I half-heartedly watch hockey, of all things, on the television, as I type.

It will be interesting to see what 2011 has in store for us; of course, the feature event for me will be my trip to India in a little over two weeks. My only fear, at this point, is that it won’t be exotic enough; Mysore, where I’m going will be overrun with Westerners, and promises to be somewhat less like India than other parts of the country. Still, it will certainly be a stark contrast to today, even if I don’t rise till noon.