It’s been a very low-key at-home observance for me for many years now. I don’t even tune into the show and countdown from Times Square any more because it’s just loud and boring. Hasn’t been the same since Dick Clark. (And yes, I actually used to watch Guy Lombardo and “Auld Lang Syne.”) Probably my husband and I will watch a movie, pause at midnight to watch the year turn over on someone’s phone (don’t blink!), and then finish the movie.
Oh, and have smooches all around, and text greetings to my sons if they’re not here.
We’ll see some friends on New Year’s Day, and I’ll change all the calendars, and that’s about it. Most of what happens just happens quietly inside my head.
Sometimes I write a private, never-shared account of how things stand with me on the first day of the year. This year will be better than last by a long shot, unless someone dies.