Tomorrow Is Just Another Day

in a long succession of days, and I will probably be in bed asleep long before midnight tonight.
Don’t expect any year end reviews or lists, or predictions or resolutions for next year from me. I don’t do those kinds of things. And most of all, don’t expect me to explain this picture found on an old New Year’s postcard.
So I won’t appear to be a complete grouch, I will translate the greetings on the postcard for you. “The best wishes,” it says, “for the new year.” That’s a thought even a New Year’s party-pooper like me can support.