2011

Rang in the new year after waking on the couch to the strains of Auld Lang Syne playing from the ball-drop in Times Square.  Quickly turned the television through several stations, hoping to find one that thought it was still a second or two before midnight.  Alas, all the talking-heads were pretty sure that it was a minute or two after and already into the new year. 

Still, tradition is a good thing, so  I will continue a personal one of long standing and will write in the new year on the date line in the rest of my checkbook before I toddle off to bed.

And I will wish friends and family a safe and very Happy New Year.

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