Good friends in New Haven have a New Year's Eve party we used to go to every year.
We don't any more.
We don't do New Year's Eve.
I don't want to drive with lots of folks with more than enough drink on the road.
Besides, Bern goes to be at 9 most nights and I go before 11.
We never watch the ball drop.
We're in bed--maybe reading instead of being asleep, but in bed none-the-less.
But Happy New Year to you, however you observe it.
2020.
Hope for the best....
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