I have to admit that this is the worst time of year. Those long, short days between Christmas and New Year drag. New Year's Eve is a dreary drunken requirement.
Inside, I sit tensely waiting, checking my watch and craning my neck - my 2019 bags are packed and I'm impatient for the New Year to arrive already. -- You guys have a Happy New Year. I'll just be tapping my foot impatiently while everyone toasts.
Bring on the 1st - I HAVE PLANS.