So, it’s New Year’s Eve. Unlike most of the world, I’m unable to get excited about the turning of the calendar. Christmas, Thanksgiving, Fourth of July, Arbor Day — now those are holidays with something behind them. New Year’s is just an arbitrary date on the the calendar, about as special as your car’s odometer rolling over from 999 to 1,000. And all the obnoxious people at parties and the drunks on the road? Oh, yeah. Good times.
So, forgive me if I don’t get into the spirit of clichéd expressions of gratitude that 2008 is over, banal resolutions for 2009 that we’ll never keep, anyway, and the "thrill" of watching an electronic ball drop over the crowd in Times Square. You have my good wishes, but I’ll probably just go to bed early.
Tomorrow will be just like today.