So here we are on a cold and mercilessly bright New Year’s morning.
I kind of hate New Year’s Eve, but as soon as midnight rolls around I have the happy, fresh-slate feeling that comes as a surprise every time. I’m always very pessimistic, fatalistic, on Hogmanay, which is not like me. But maybe I’m just using up the old year’s store of pessimism. Unused misery needs to be wrung out and not carried over into the shiny New Year
My eldest son was certainly using up the dregs of his 2009 Badness allowance over the past few days!