While it is not entirely rational, the transition of one calendar year to another has become a traditional demarcation point, a time to reassess last year and think ahead. Having aspired to nothing in particular last year, there is no real disappointment at having acquired nothing. My health seems good, though I could do better at taking my medicines, shedding some weight and dedicating some exercise time. My candidate, to whose campaign I became a small donor, prevailed among the voters, though I suppose my own life would not have been materially different had there been an opposite outcome. My family members seem to be on track for what they aspire to. I have enough money and and for the most part take satisfaction in the tasks that earn it. Not on a quest for more of anything. I have learned to take a measure of delight in my portion. More of a calendar transition ahead than a personal one. Never saw the Mummers live. Maybe this time.