It's Just the Coffee Talking: The New Year's Eve Installment - "I don't even have a pla."

It's New Year's Eve.

And even prior to the world of Covid based fear I chose to stay home on this 'eve' holiday.

I celebrated by watching a New Year's Eve episode of Friends from their first season.

I plan to be (hoping to be, anyway) sleeping as the clock turns over to 2022.

2020 wasn't all that great.

2021 was downright shitty, awful, horrible and depressing.

Do I have hopes for 2022?

Not really.

Do I have a plan for 2022?

In the words of Phoebe Buffay, I quote, "I don't even have a pla-."


I know a guy with four small kiddos who get really, really excited about the New Year.
They want to stay up late and 'watch the ball drop!'
So his wife makes up a bunch of appetizers for 'dinner' and they eat while watching New Year's celebrations.

They normally go to bed around 7:30 pm.

The man and his simply google New Year's celebrations going on in other countries, find one ahead of us that are dropping a ball or doing something similar to usher in the New Year.  They make a big deal of it, all gathered around to watch it on the computer screen.

The ball drops, everyone screams Happy New Year!  

The kids scream, laugh and are excited.

They think they've stayed up late to celebrate.

Then they go off to bed.

They have no idea it's really only 7:30 pm.


 Happy New Year.
I hope.


"Phoebe, do you have a plan?"

"I don't even have a pla."  (pronounced plah)