I fell asleep last night, totally exhausted after a long day of early rising and then scurrying about, trying to make December 31 fun and memorable. I woke up in time to see the spectacular fireworks display over the River Thames and to wish Andy a Happy New Year.
This morning the cat was sitting on the floor, at the foot of our bed. It was 5 AM. I’m sure she was sending lazer beam messages to the dog to rustle and scratch at the door because that’s just what Pickles did. As soon as I sat up the cat howled — the dog pawed the door — and I put my robe on and came downstairs to give Andy some space and quiet.
And so my day began on January 1, 2010.