As is typical, I am working on New Year's Eve. For a long time, I have regarded the holiday as amateurs' night, when a lot of people go nuts- I've seen fights, car crashes, vandalism, and just general dumbassitude on New Year's Eves past. It's no hardship to be on the job, there will be plenty of time for drinking on Tuesday night, when there's bar trivia on the line.
Tonight is bitterly cold, 9 degrees Fahrenheit (-12 Celsius), with wind chills making it feel like -6. There's no way in hell I'd be out in Times Square reenacting a Jack London story. I just got in from touring the facilities and the feeling is just coming back to my face. While it's bitterly cold, it's a gorgeous night, with an almost-full moon illuminating the snow on the ground... this is exactly the sort of 'cold hearted orb' that the Moody Blues recited an ode to:
Ginger accompanied me on a brief leg of the inspection tour, having a bit of cabin fever from staying in the warmth of an employees' lounge. She was quickly cured of this desire to wander, and is now in her accustomed spot, on top of a radiator cover. Too bad that radiator cover isn't bastard-sized.
At any rate, here's wishing everybody a happy New Year's Eve, let's hope for a better 2018.