... means: hot chocolate, Martinelli's sparking cider, cake, New Year's Eve ...
No Dick Clark. No Satellite T.V. No internet unless I scream at the screen a couple times (due, not to the cabin's lack of service, but to my computer's insistence that it has better things to do than internet connections).
That is all; I haven't any time for more. Mexican Train calls my name.
Happy Almost-New Year, everyone. I will write again when the ball drops. Even though I won't be watching--unlike every other person in the United States.
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