This morning Alan and I went to sleep at 3:00 a.m. after celebrating the New Year with a small gathering of friends and family in our home. I am sure that the dreams came, but as soon as I awoke they went into my bucket of lost memories. I can still smell the perfume I wore on my wrists though and the wine stain on the carpet matches the couch. The party was a success.
This year begins with holiday coffee, Alan's delicious eggs, "The Twilight Zone" marathon, and tender hugs from the man I love. This is a great start.
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