Made it. Again.
The eve was quiet. I was fiddling with my computer. Didn't even watch the ball come down in New York. Tuned in for a moment earlier and got sick of Anderson Cooper and that horrid woman they team him with so turned to PBS and a program of piano music featuring Lang Lang and the New York Philharmonic. Much more peaceful.
To bed long before midnight and a good sleep.
It is very cold outside. 21 degrees in the early afternoon. Got down to 3 below zero last night. But . . it's a new year and the sun is shining.