January 1, 2020. We are officially in a science fiction movie in the future. It’s the year 2020.
Best breakfast. Fresh crab with butter…and…Isabella’s leftover ice cream pie. Can’t complain for even a second.
Nothing like playing canasta all day. Nagymama and Isabella are kicking mine and Vera’s butt. It’s beginning to not be funny anymore.
I always like going out to the redwoods to get a good walk in on New Year’s Day.
Julia’s came over a New Year’s Day dinner.
p.s. Happy Birthday Tucker!
