I can hear fireworks going off, my neighbour has just been out ringing in in the new year.
I'm sitting in the dark, having just fed Bodhi. He's boiling, probably got his sister's fever, but cheerful - he's in my bed now, farting out his wind and I look down at him to see a gleam in his eye as he grins up at me. I love that he finds gas letting so funny.
This beats sitting downstairs over a pile of work, crying. I wish I could say that I was optimistic for the coming year, but in the bigger picture, recession and global warming loom. At home, things seem bleak. It's hard to envision solutions. Why should this year be different from the last?
But I wish you all well for next year anyway. For new babies and homes, and ventures and fresh starts and recoveries and resolutions that stick. Health and wealth. Peace in your homes and peace in your hearts.