My memories of New Year’s Eve are full of time spent with family, quietly relaxing, sometimes making it all the way to midnight, sometimes not. Pretty early on in life, I grasped the concept of time zones, so for as long as I can recall the magic of “midnight” hasn’t been particularly overwhelming; I mean, it’s midnight lots of places before it’s midnight here, so we could celebrate just about any old time on the 31st or 1st and have it “count,” right? I know: very literal of me, but then again, I’m a literal kind of gal.
1 comment:
.....which is why it's always 5 o'clock somewhere, eh?
I like the simplicity.
Of the page and of your line of thinking. ;-)
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