Happy New Year, peeps . . . and I mean that sincerely, no equivocation, no F-bombs, no irony, no shit: Happy New Year to everyone who may be reading these words.
Now, I know there are historical/cultural precedents for where the Western nativity and new year fall on the calender, but I am not down with the specifics. I have, however, always felt the warmth of optimism radiated by the idea that the beginnings of everything (presumably everything good) are in the deepest, darkest days of winter . . . life in death.
People can be real shits sometimes; mostly they can't help it. All we can do is the best we can. All we can expect of others is the best they've got. At the end of the day, it is what it is, and what it is is the material of our tomorrows.
Happy New Year, and be good.