I had a message from friend in the U.S early this morning "before I get drunk, and lose my phone, get naked and then arrested...happy new year old friend" Last I heard , he was up to #2....as for the rest , I don't wont to know.
I find one year pretty much like another, or perhaps not. And certainly not particularly different at the end of any given December or the beginning of any January.
But let me share this with you: the strange beauty of the number attached to this year.