I was contemplating doing a retrospective of the year, and perhaps a few amusing predictions for the next year. And then I realised I didn't care that much about the 'New Year'. I will probably, if I'm bored on the flight, do my best at the above, but right now, my feeling is that of a bit of confusion. I can never quite understand the fuss about the change of date. I suppose if people take comfort from knowing that they can start over with a new year, great. But, at the risk of sounding preachy, we need to start over every day. Maybe I'm just old and cynical, but Old Year's Night/New Year's Eve just seems like a pretty poor excuse to be depressed about the past year, be excessively hopefully about the next, and to get drunk.
It's just another year, isn't it?