Well, there are roughly 88 minutes to go. The party's canceled due to the storm I hear howling around the eaves — the winds are gusting to over 80 miles per hour out of town, I hear, and there's heavy rain — but I've got a comfortable sofa, a black cat sprawled next to me, Queen on auto-repeat on the stereo, a bottle of single malt scotch waiting to be opened, and a novel under the keyboard. (When I'm not goofing off, feeding the blog.)
In a lot of respects, 2006 really sucked. So may you all find the new year, 2007, to be better in every way than 2006!