Moon and Brooke went to a movie this afternoon, so I gave them $20 and said they should stop at the grocery store afterwards and pick up whatever munchies caught their fancy. (Brooke’s parents were planning on having us over, until her dad came down with a cold and her mom was scheduled to work in the morning. We moved the celebration to our house instead.)

Right now our kitchen is a festive array of flavored snacks, s’mores ingredients and other processed sugary items. We played Cranium and Apples to Apples, Brooke called her boyfriend in Pennsylvania, and we watched the ball drop on Fox. I’m pretty tired. It’s been a good day. It’s been a pretty good year, too.

Cheers, and sleep tight.