Marie and I don’t go out to whoop it up on New Years Eve. We’re not into parties and crows and drunk drivers, so we stay home with our dogs and have a more personal celebration.
Normally we do a meal that we can stretch out through the evening and have a themed movie marathon. It’s a different theme each year. This year we decided to watch episodes of the 1962 season of The Twilight Zone and eat Mexican food.
Rod Serling seems to have been obsessed with death in 1962.
I put Sable and Hudson to bed, and brought Rebel in the house, around 9:30. Rebel watched the TV for a bit, then got bored and laid down.
Around 11:00 we all burned out and decided to go to bed. All except Blondie: she said, “You folks have gone crazy.” and went to bed around 9:00. The next morning …
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