I'm sitting in my mother's house, it's just past 9pm on the last night of the year. I'm tired because I had a late night last night and I'm sitting here watching the worst television, drinking a bottle of wine and writing this blog because, frankly, I'm bored.
What is it about New Year's Eve that has turned it into an endurance event? I know it's not the world, it's me.
I sense changes afoot for 2011 but no resolutions.
Happy New Year.