Happy New Year

Dear internet,

how did we celebrate new year’s? we got some takeout and made brownie sundaes. watched part of cafe society after a mad scramble through all the streaming services to find something decent, asleep by 11. got up at 7 am today and walked down the quiet avenue. all the restaurants had one or two sleepy workers preparing food for the day. we got cappuccinos at the croissanterie across from the gym, that had people out already on exercise bikes, mouths covered in masks, enduring their new year’s resolution on a cool january 1 morning.

we toddled down the sidewalk, coffee in hand, to Dead Rat Park, where il bambino ran around merrily, playing with abandoned gym equipment (which we checked over thoroughly for deceased vermin.) Then we walked back as it started sleeting lightly, il bambino waving at the trash trucks and their orange-suited men hanging off the back. Cozy! Now indoors for the rest of the day.

i asked babbo what his new year’s resolution was, and it was “to continue to be as happy as we are now, the three of us together, all year long.”* It is now my resolution as well.

yours,

Daya

*which put my resolution to shame, which was to read books and not the interent. The internet is trash, and yet, i come here every day.