No, I haven't

 I haven't felt much like reading or listening to French, either.  Or reading anything much longer than 280 characters.  There's just so much going on, and I'm feeling tired.

An improving book

 Just finished listening to YouTube's copy of the seven-hour audiobook for "The Code of the Woosters."  If I can learn anything from it, it's how to treat clients like Jeeves treats everyone.  I won't go so far as to say "Very good, sir" to everybody on conference calls, but it helps remind me to keep a civil tongue in my head.

I've learned

If I think of something funny, sparkling or even brilliant, I've learned to google it and find out how many others dreamed it up and used it before me.  Today, it was the phrase "There's a nap for that."  The listing in the Urban Dictionary is dated 2009, so I'm only eleven years late with that.

Saturday evening post

 BB and I went for a ride in the late afternoon.  Lots of sun, and we wanted to get out of the house, so I took the Northeast Extension south to the Quakertown exit, turned around, and returned home.  Streamed some background instrumental music from YouTube.  At the Allentown exit, we saw a redtail atop the Exit 56 sign, and seconds later, spotted two deer just off the ramp.  

Put in a couple of hours in my office, trying to catch up with the work that came in while I was offline last week.  Long way to go.  But it's the last time I'll be going through it, I tell myself.  

Oh yes, and midway between Quakertown and Allentown, I passed a large semi-trailer that bore the Chiquita logo on its rear door.  Just as well that I get as far as possible in front of him before he starts down the hill that leads into Scranton, Pennsylvania.

If you know how much I like looking at Great Tits...

 ...then you may well be able to imagine my reaction to learning about the book Hookers and Blow Save Christmas. ("Munty C. Pepin" -- I need to input that into some anagram website and see what comes out.)  I bet the story has a Happy Ending, too.

But when I tried to tell BB about this reaction on Amazon... 

...I got only so far before breaking down in giggles like Lowell Thomas in the clip below:

Is it safe to come out now?

 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.

"Happy 2021!"

 I took a walk around the development this morning in gray, 35-degree conditions.  Halfway around, I passed a man who appeared to be taking down his Christmas lights, and he said hello to me.  I replied, "Happy 2021" and he said, "Thank God!"