Dear Santa, I’ve been stuck at home with no chance to misbehave this year, although I admit to bouts of overdrinking, overthinking, oversleeping, overweeping. In my defense, pandemic! But here’s my wishful thinking list. A bra that actually fits, which I doubt has been invented yet. Free shipping. A call from that Navy pilot I met in the 70s…maybe you crossed paths in the sky. Movies in theaters with popcorn and wine. Covid antibodies. Shooting stars—why do I always miss their transit? Long lost friends: Delilah, who packed a U-Haul and ran away to Mexico to paint; Chief, who had a long blond braid and a Mick Jagger mouth; Carole, who got a bat caught in her wild, curly hair on our way home from 4th of July fireworks; and too many more. Ten more daily Weight Watcher points. An epiphany, or two if you have extras. And a round of vaccines for everyone I love with a toast to 2021. XOXO Nikki
