Another New Year. People were up at midnight celebrating, shooting off their fireworks. Some of the bigger fireworks sounded like mortar rounds. I saw several pretty bursts almost directly over my house. Pretty.
It was also very irritating. I mean, I’m always awake at midnight. It’s a nice time; quiet and very sparing of car noises or people. It’s my time.
On New Year’s Eve, though, day people impinge on my solitude by loudly carrying on. Why do they do it? It would be easy to just declare that ‘the New Year’ starts at 9 am on January 1st, so these day people could celebrate it in a sensible day fashion, with cookouts and volleyball and egg-tosses or something. But no; they raise a ruckus on my time.