Z is for Zillah who drank too much gin.
Is how I feel like celebrating the end of this stupid year/ decade.
Instead, a bottle of Piper-Heidsick cuvée brut is chilling in the refrigerator.
Shocking cold and wild wind yesterday. I had to move the Christmas wreath to the inside of the front door. Today it was just plain damn cold, without the unsettling wind.
This second to last day of the year feels useless and extra, like something loose rolling around inside a drawer.
Simon Winchester: The Case Against the New Year
Midnight revelry amounts to sheer malarkey; in praise of a sober morning celebration