New Year, Good Cheer Cat Toes, Warm Doze

So this was a quiet day of both the Human and I 

lollygagging about, avoiding work, avoiding other Humans,

 avoiding any pretense of productivity.

Of course, this is what every day is like for me.

Do you know what the Human did today? 

She wrote about a dozen Christmas cards 

to family members who she feared might think 

she was dead (no) or mentally incapacitated (perhaps) 

if she went yet another year without responding 

to their holiday greetings.