Well, I did it again this year. Slept through the new year celebration. I guess I've hit an age where it isn't that big of a deal. I was up at around 12:30 when the Molly o'clock went off. She had to potty, so everyone went out in shifts. You know three out, one in, two out, one in, one out - gets really crazy. I have to count to make sure I have them all in before I go back to bed.

But the interesting thing. One of our neighbors was shooting off a rifle/shotgun at 12:30 a.m. First I heard the howl of a coyote, then the shot, then the squawking of the canadian geese on the pond down the road. Definitely different than fireworks - weirder too. Must be them country folks celebrating.