Musings, rantings, and dispatches from a rural homestead in hills of the Central Coast Wine Country of California. Hot flashes included.
Monday, December 30, 2013
The feasting is over. The last mini-mince pies, apple tarts, toffee bars and maple cookies have been demolished. The treadmill is calling. The top button on my jeans is straining. The New Year is due soon, along with its usual resolutions.