Sunday holidays do a number on me. I was all ready to shape up, do right and think about doing good, yesterdaaay, the first day of the new year. Then I discover the Rose Bowl Parade isn’t even on until today. Talk about throwing a dog a bone. On Sunday, I spend the bulk of the day at a movie and the rest in bed.

Today there is no garbage collection, no US mail service, no in-house banking. Today we have we have lots of football on all day. It’s a sign. Today really is the start of 20/12.

I am dressed before 9:00. I use my exfoliator, electric toothbrush and Mario Badescu  moisturizer. I clean off the top of my desk, eat granola with skim milk, do laundry, eat tuna for lunch, put away the Christmas stuff, fold laundry, talk to a friend about going to Texas for the winter, find a recipe for skin-less, boneless chicken breasts, rearrange the mantel, and go to the store.

It crept up on me, this phony first day of the new year. But I have it covered. It is gonna be great.