Tex! Good morning! This morning of January 1st is unlike anything else, it is not a morning at all, but a short fragment of the first day. It is a trial, a free sample from nothing to do. Nowhere to go. It is pointless to start something new, because the old has not yet been put away: dishes, tablecloths, gift wrappers, bottles and old things. You go to bed in the evening, do not sleep, sum up the past. No new plans come to mind. You get up in the morning and wander around the house in vain all day. Then you look out the window. There is no one on the street, only dogs walking their sleepy owners on leashes. The first day is a lost day, everyone needs to admit it and not fuss, promising to start a new life and get married!
Tex! Good morning! This morning of January 1st is unlike anything else, it is not a morning at all, but a short fragment of the first day. It is a trial, a free sample from nothing to do. Nowhere to go. It is pointless to start something new, because the old has not yet been put away: dishes, tablecloths, gift wrappers, bottles and old things. You go to bed in the evening, do not sleep, sum up the past. No new plans come to mind. You get up in the morning and wander around the house in vain all day. Then you look out the window. There is no one on the street, only dogs walking their sleepy owners on leashes. The first day is a lost day, everyone needs to admit it and not fuss, promising to start a new life and get married!
@@Vlad54music Yup, it’s a good day for working leftovers. Peace, God speed and happy new year! 👍🤠❤️