New Year's Day
Jan. 1st, 2019 11:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
white_hartI had hoped to see the new year in fast asleep, but the regrettable tendency of people in suburban locations to spend the whole evening letting off sporadic fireworks with a final fusillade at midnight meant that I actually ended up sitting in bed reading Middlemarch and drinking some vile herbal tea I'd dredged up from the back of the cupboard while I waited for things to quieten down. Which was fine, really, apart from the vile herbal tea ('orange blossom', apparently, I think courtesy of a hotel somewhere on the Continent several years ago, which may explain the vileness).
I don't like New Year's Eve at all, and right now I don't much want to look either back or forward. 2018 was a bad year on a global scale and on a personal level saw probably the worst mental health since the horror that was the first half of 2014, and 2019 is overshadowed by the looming horror of Brexit, to say nothing of everything else going on in the world. Wishing people happiness seems like a wanton disregard of reality, but I wish us the strength to get through what the year brings together, and joy in small things at least.
I don't like New Year's Eve at all, and right now I don't much want to look either back or forward. 2018 was a bad year on a global scale and on a personal level saw probably the worst mental health since the horror that was the first half of 2014, and 2019 is overshadowed by the looming horror of Brexit, to say nothing of everything else going on in the world. Wishing people happiness seems like a wanton disregard of reality, but I wish us the strength to get through what the year brings together, and joy in small things at least.
