Times are tough all around. Not just here, everywhere.
So when 2012 came to an end, and we realized we couldn’t afford a New Year, nobody was surprised.
It wasn’t a big deal, at any rate.
We’re celebrating 1991 instead.
Yes, the futurist in me recoils, I’d looked forward to seeing what 2013 might have to offer, but after all, one has to make do.
I’m at a good party, surrounded by friends, is the fact that I’m ringing in the old year that big a deal?
Right here, right then, there is no other place I’d want to be…