New Year's Eve wishes to you all. One son is going to a real party; the other is hanging around with his parents. Here in Harmony, shrimp will be eaten, and guacamole, and some sort of fried tofu thing I have yet to invent. Cards will be played, and temperatures will plummet. Sentences will eventually stop being constructed in the obnoxious passive voice by me. [Isn't that about the ugliest sentence you ever saw? But wait a minute: I just figured out how to make it worse: Sentences will eventually stop being twerked in the obnoxious passive voice by me during a webinar. Ay yi yi.]