On the brink of another new year, this one 2012. And we’ll be celebrating its coming just as we have for at least the last twenty years—salad, steak, baked potato, garlic bread, followed by a B&B or two. That takes us to about 10:00, midnight on the east coast. A quiet hurrah, a kiss, turn out the lights. And that’s enough for us. We can see the ball drop in New York and then we can go to bed. What partiers we are. See us, dancing?
See the New Year’s mouse?
Happy New Year, everyone. Let’s all hope it’s better than the last one. And we can all hardly wait for all the negative campaigning that will take place in the next ten months.