Mom and I are leaving tomorrow morning for the traditional New Years celebration upcountry. This involves going to my aunt and uncle's house for much sitting around, staring at the TV or reading, interspersed with periods of bullshitting with the cousins, eating enough food to feed a small country, and of course, the fireworks display. Last year, the fireworks scared the bejeezus out of Summer. Now, if she hears fireworks outside, even at a distance, she comes and curls up underneath my computer desk (which is something she doesn't do unless she's trying to feel safe).
Anyway, we should be back the evening of the 2nd. Have a very Happy New Year, everyone, and drink some champagne for me!