January 1: We are not party people. We don't purposely stay up on New Year's Eve to see the old year out and the new one in except by accident. This year wasn't one of those rare events. I went to bed at 10 p.m. with plans to watch a couple of videos while relaxing in bed. John came in right behind, crawled into bed and barely got prayers said before falling asleep. No good night kiss for me...and at midnight when the clock ticked over, I when I woke, I said to the room, "Happy New Year." Then I put down my phone and went right to sleep.
I woke in a fabulous mood this morning. That didn't last. When I came out, I said cheerily "GoodMorningHappyNewYearILoveYouthereI'mthefirsttosayit". John went "Mmmm." I should have taken my hint right then.
What put him in such a grim mood? The same blame thing that makes him grim at least once a month: he went to review our bank account and didn't like the balance. The same balance we have every month when payday is still two weeks away and I've already told him twice, "No more spending!"
