No, just because the calendar reads 2021 doesn't mean anything has changed with the pandemic.
For the record, at midnight I was listening to Walter Winchell's Jergens Journal for December 7, 1941.
Effective 4 o'clock New Years Eve, I became an employee of a different company. While there are going to be some adjustments come Monday, ("New York Life Group Benefit Solutions" is a mouthful) there was a rare occurrence on New Year's Eve, consisting of my last full paycheck with the old company, a partial payment for the final week of 2020, and a one-time payment that will take the place of a salary increase. (Done that way for tax purposes, no doubt.) Then add the stock award cashed in while the price was more than $210 a share. Add to that the monthly pension from the previous employer. And before much longer, a $600 deposit courtesy of the current administration and Congress. To celebrate, splurged for a second pair of nice Adidas shorts from eBay, and a foam/gel seat pad from Costco to go on the Secretlab Titan chair in the office.
Also noticed that annual subscriptions kicked in for the food websites from Cooks Illustrated/America's Test Kitchen/Cooks Country, for another year of The New Yorker, and for another year of cloud storage from Dropbox.
Napped this morning around 11 and napped this evening around 8, and now it's quarter till midnight, and I am Wide Awake. LCI is in my headphones. (A 2020 accomplishment: improvement over the past year in understanding spoken French and reading the printed language.)
Spent some time arranging and organizing the reading material (most of it unread) printed to PDF and saved to disk over the past decade or more. Resolve to read these more and Twitter less.
Homemade pizza and Pepsi for a 3:00 meal. Cereal and grapefruit juice for breakfast, and again at 6:30. A few Lindt ganache spheres in between.
And that's all for now. The quarantine abides.
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