The way we live now
I don't go out on New Year's eve. It's because I go out quite a bit year 'round and also because I've a contrarian nature and do the opposite of what everybody else is doing, so last night I stayed home and read for two and a half hours til midnight-thirty and then turned off the light. I'm reading "Life" by Keith Richards.
The scent of pine from the four (!) Christmas trees we have is still oddly touching, but they are drying out and I don't think that I'll be able to wait til January 6th to get rid of them. I am very moved by all the new year's greetings I've received from all over the world. And I wish the same to all who read this: peace, prosperity, joy, and the continued ability to be touched by love and art in 2011.