Happy New Year everyone! I'm staying in a hotel in Montpelier, Vermont this week and raucously celebrated last night by staying in my room, writing reports on lectures I'd attended, and drinking alone, as I've heard real writers are obliged to do. Don't feel sorry for me; I'm not much of a New Year's Eve kind of person. I never cared much about the symbolism of the fresh start or the noting of time passing. Now, Thanksgiving, that's my kind of holiday. Food, family and friends. Bam, you've got a great day. No staying up beyond my bedtime to watch a ball in another city slide down a building. No confetti. No noise. No silly hats. No kissing strangers. And I repeat, no silly hats, unless you're into pilgrim reenactments at your house, but we try to stick with contemporary clothes at ours.
Drive safely, everyone.