January may have 31 days, but it always seems to me to be the shortest month of the year, and this from someone born in February. I wonder why -- I’ll give that some thought and get back to you.
While I don’t make New Year’s resolutions (see Another Year, Another List), I do have a longstanding tradition of getting together with two of my dearest friends, Linda and Earline, in January for a postmortem lunch.
We clink our champagne glasses, celebrate surviving the holidays and give each other presents – the kind of presents women give each other who know each other – you know, the kind of things we really want – lotions, potions, goodies. Starting off the New Year with presents is always a good thing.