Demons chased by fireworks - check
Alcohol consumed with prose - check
Kissed S/O @ midnight - check
Remembered those who passed - check
(sigh) Shuffling forward in the queue seems to be less fun than past years. And that queue sure is getting shorter every time I check to see who is in front of me.
You really feel time passing when you look at the used bike you restored twenty-five years ago and notice the rubber thingies, you put on new back then, are now dried out, cracked and looking in need of replacement.
Thence comes the new year and those resolutions. AKA; 'failure keeps us human'. I kept last year's pretty good, was a dick only to people who are malicious, mean, a bully or a low life. One instance only, that I remember. So I still have work to do.
"Every year is getting shorter
Never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught
Or half a page of scribbled lines. . . . . . "
Grace, my resolution for the new year is to attempt grace as I move through this portion of life, listening for the iron bell.
' Novus annus ' all of you.