01-01-2020, 02:04 PM
Lady Cranefly and I were in bed. Not asleep. I was reading The Mosquito: A Human History of Our Deadliest Predator (2019) by Wineguard; the Lady was browsing the web. At three minutes till, she brought up a countdown clock on her laptop, and at zero we brought in the New Year with Martinelli's sparkling cider. It was a 750 mL bottle, and in a daring bit of decadence we finished off the bottle. Then we went to sleep.
The neighborhood, lacking a good book to read, set off some sporadic fireworks.
The neighborhood, lacking a good book to read, set off some sporadic fireworks.
I'm nobody's pony.