When we watched the episode where she is training her baby bat and being the mentor she'd never had herself, I looked at Hec and said, "Atropa must love this episode."

It is in fact one of my favorites! (But nothing beats the Vampiric Council episode, because THE LEADER OF THE COUNCIL OMG.)

Knives Out was an excellent way to spend the evening! Tomorrow I'll probably see Star Wars (in a different, presumably heated, theater).

I can only hear the bass line, but a neighbor is clearly playing U2's New Year's Day.

We listened o Postmodern Jukebox while playing Sagrada last night. It's good background music for parties. While I love '20s fashion, I have more of an 1890s figure, so it rarely looks good on me. Always happy to see it on others.

Every once and a while I wonder if I'm having other people's dreams.

Last night I dreamed about an African-American family who was visiting their relatives in the Caribbean, where the son was being recruited to play college football. I have no idea where that came from.

Nice! Brain went on a bit of an island vacation.

I am with Callie- the twenties do not suit my figure! I think I am very suited to The New Look, but could pull off 1890s. I do love the fashion- I had those Dover Books Erie paper dolls, and also fashions of the 1920s

I had a boring New Year, in that I usually go to Maria's, but Petunia needed to be watched. In retrospect, I should have scheduled a different day because Maria ended up feeling abandoned, because her kids were out and I couldn't come. We had a big air clearing fight because it sort of turned out that I was trying to leave her alone to do her thing and not bother her, because I leaned on her so much recently, and then she was feeling used and abandoned. It was a good thing, but man, she can verbally eviscerate, which is not in my wheelhouse! It turned out everything I was doing to make her less annoyed was of course, making her more annoyed. But we calmed down and hashed it out, I think. I think it comes down to me thinking that making someone happy is doing what they want to do, and her being so decision exhausted she just wants me to pick!

That sounds tough, but like ultimately a really good conversation, though.

Last night I dreamed about an African-American family who was visiting their relatives in the Caribbean, where the son was being recruited to play college football. I have no idea where that came from.

That is fascinating! I hardly ever remember dreams, and when I do, they are like, "I was at a work meeting, but instead of my coworker, it was someone from band! CRAZY!!"

That reminds me of the dream recently where I got elected as a state Senator, evidently because I'd put my name down on a whim, and all the other candidates were so awful that voters all independently decided that I was the best qualified.

I woke up as I was fretting about how I was going to be able to work at my regular job...

I have faith in your ability to balance your senatorial duties with your regular job, Theo.

Happy 2020! I actually stayed awake until after 1 - Dead To Me got pretty intense and gripping. I didn't really notice midnight, but I heard some fireworks and remembered they might mean something around 12:15.

Really wanted to get 8 hours of sleep and failed at that, but breakfast of black-eyed peas, spinach, and grits is in the offing.