Tonight I'm cooking.
It's what I've done every New Years Eve for a few years now.
It's our tradition, Cathi and I much happier home than out.
Normally I'd do a rib roast and we'd have Cathi's mom over to celebrate.
Tonight it's quarantine, a pot of soup and some black-eyed peas.
Cathi and I have been under the weather this week and still haven't fully recovered.
She requested chicken soup, something for the body and the soul.
And I wanted some black-eyed peas for the New Year.
Now, some dinner and a blanket on the couch.

Happy New Year!
(We miss ya', Mom...)