Actually, it wasn't so bad, and, when I have more time, I'll tell you about the New Year's sabre and champagne experience, and how friends fed me and stuffed me full of pizza.
But, in the meantime, I dozed off at the keyboard and woke up just as the ball was dropping in Times Square via television ... but I was on the wrong channel, so I missed it.
Oh, well. Apparently 2016 is going to be a year of "Ooops, I just missed it." I can live with that.
Happy New Year, kids. Thanks for another wonderful 365, and here's to 365 more. You're the best!
