No more time to complete our list of resolutions and almost no chance of hunting down the list of good ideas.
By now, it might be buried by other papers held by magnets to the fridge or in the back of the kitchen's junk drawer.
If you think having an extra day would help you get everything done; you are in luck because 2016 comes with an extra day!
It's a lot of pressure for a single span of 24 hours, but it could be just the ticket for us to get our acts together and maybe change our corner of the world.
The curtains come down on 2015. As time marches at an ever-increasing pace, it might be instructive to try to recap the highs and lows of the past year.
Personally, the illness and loss of my mom was the most eventful during the year. It was an honor to be close enough to see her frequently and help to the extent I could during that time. We had conversations about things which up until then I had never heard. She died June 19, and it continues to be a major event as I work through the probate process with her estate. It won't be over until next year, so this may make next year's list as well.
It was a smaller group at the Wisconsin State Fair this year as we kept up the family tradition with my sister and her children. There were smaller gatherings for the holidays of Thanksgiving and Christmas as well.
As I've looked at various summaries of the year gone by; it strikes me that several of the items on the list seem a lot further back than 12 months or less. Maybe you've noticed it too?
2015 was a year of endings and beginnings. Just like every other year.
2015 was a year of unsurpassed joys and unspeakable sorrows. Just like every other year.
2015 was a year of change. Just like every other year.
For some, it will be a relief to put the year 2015 in the rear view mirror. For others, 2015 may always be one of the best years in their lives.
Which is it?
A little of both?
Yeah, me too. 2015 is now part of our long, long ago or Auld Lang Syne:
Should Old Acquaintance be forgot,
and never thought upon;
The flames of Love extinguished,
and fully past and gone:
Is thy sweet Heart now grown so cold,
that loving Breast of thine;
That thou canst never once reflect
On old long syne.
by James Watson, 1711