"So. . .how did the new year's celebration go, John?"

A very short celebration. Someone in the neighbourhood set off some fireworks. The dog next door made serious objection to this which woke me up. I said "Hmpy N' Yr, mmph." Mary said "Happy New Year to you, too, love." (How she can be so bright and articulate when awakened at any time of night is one of the wonders of the age. It's really quite remarkable.) Then we went back to sleep.

And that was it. It just isn't worth the effort to stay awake with no Guy Lombardo broadcast.