Happy 2013 to everyone! We'll be lighter than usual here on the blog, but I'm guessing you won't mind. While I'm up and ready and raring to go -- i.e., too old to go out on New Year's Eve -- I'm guessing that a few of you are sleeping it off Tuesday morning. For what it's worth, I can't think of a better way to commemorate New Year's Day than this quite reasonable thought attributed to an 1863 column by Mark Twain:
Now is the accepted time to make your regular annual good resolutions. Next week you can begin paving hell with them as usual. Yesterday, everybody smoked his last cigar, took his last drink, and swore his last oath. To-day, we are a pious and exemplary community. Thirty days from now, we shall have cast our reformation to the winds and gone to cutting our ancient short comings considerably shorter than ever. We shall also reflect pleasantly upon how we did the same old thing last year about this time. However, go in, community. New Year's is a harmless annual institution, of no particular use to anybody save as a scapegoat for promiscuous drunks, and friendly calls, and humbug resolutions, and we wish you to enjoy it with a looseness suited to the greatness of the occasion.
Back with you later.