I stayed home and read an excellent historical novel while eating a highly delicious cheese dip that I made myself, with celery sticks and slices of baguette on the side. Oh, and red wine, followed by 2 cups of orange-tinged hot chocolate, followed by actual chocolate, because dammit, the occasion called for a chocolate feast. I ate part of a Hershey Symphony bar, half of a Rummy bar, a single Ferrerro Rocher, and seven wedges of candied orange peel covered with dark chocolate that I expressly forbade my sister to give me for Christmas, but she did anyway.
Two days ago, I rode my bike across town to give blood (I'm a B positive, if anyone cares), and since then I've been very thirsty. I probably should have foregone this evening's chocolate and red wine, but I exercised today and took care to drink three litres of water before anything bad and dehydrating ever crossed the threshold of my lips.
Here's to 2011! I hope it brings all of you good health, happiness, and success in all your endeavors. And chocolate.
