Here at the Hemingways, we had an incredibly low-key New Year's Eve. I'm sick as a dog and couldn't do much more than watch episodes of Luther and Foyle's War. So even with my illness, I'm probably doing better than many of my neighbors, who were either setting off fireworks or shooting each other into the wee hours.
The children's New Year is off to a rough start. After playing together delightfully during Christmas break, I was awakened to the more normal sibling fighting. For the 3-year-old, this includes the most high-pitched screams you've ever heard. They should use her screams to induce terrorist suspects to talk. For her part, the 5-year-old swallowed her loose front tooth and is now asking far-too-detailed questions about how she'll get paid for it by the tooth fairy.
I'm going to have another cup of coffee and contemplate the Senate's passage of the compromise bill to deal with the fiscal cliff. I liked what Jim Antle said about it:
We have reached the point where temporarily averting self-inflicted disasters at the last second is a political success.