Tess and I were barely awake for New Year’s Eve. I considered a few resolutions and discarded each of them in turn. I had one shot of bourbon and a few episodes of Trailer Park Boys to see out the old year. Out on the porch, the sound of celebratory gunfire continued long past midnight. There seemed to be more of it this year than last. I don’t know what it is with Jacksonville. The thought of so many drunk people expending so much ammunition in an urban area is no longer amusing. I kept waiting for the patter of falling bullets on my new metal roof. But there were no reports of unintended gunshot injuries today, so maybe I worry too much.
Anyway, Happy New Year. Let the record show that I started it with kayak float and a blog post.