It’s the last day of the year.
It still feels like it’s a few days away, owing in part to the hour.
The wee hour.
The unsleptness of the night.
It felt like a Sunday even though it was quite clearly a Monday, complete (or perhaps replete) with a more-or-less annual get together, feasting and catching up and reminiscing the long-ago battles survived.
It still feels like Sunday though technically it is now Tuesday.
The last day of 2013.
Have a good day… and a happy new year.