On the last day of the year, one is supposed to think profoundly about both the finished year and the year to come.
But all I can think about is what we should eat for breakfast tomorrow morning. This seems to be a habit.
We could eat osechi ryori, the traditional Japanese New Year’s meal. Or I have a bag of black-eyed peas that might be part of a traditional southern US New Year’s meal (note: must must must be vegetarianized!)…but I think that would be better for dinner, not breakfast.
Ach, it’s clearly too much to worry about now, so I’m returning to my little social gathering for a while.
See you in the new year! (35 minutes to go! Whee! No, 34 minutes. No, 33 minutes. No….)