I've spent New Year's Eve babysitting.
I've danced the night away.
I've had too much to drink and danced the night away.
I've lit fireworks.
On Y2K I fell into an in-depth discussion over the various physical merits of Tom Brokaw vs. Peter Jennings. No, alcohol was not a factor in this conversation.
During my last pnuemonia bout I went to bed at about 8 PM.
This year? This year I will be curled up on the sofa with a book written by one of the most dense, difficult, dull authors in my field. That is, I find him dense, difficult and dull, not to mention dictionary-driven. Nevertheless, he's a hugly important and revered name in the field and I can no longer procrastinate rereading this 515 page (with teeny-tiny print) doorslab of a classic if I am to get a chapter in the mail by January 4.
Happy New Year to all - please stay safe.