“Why,” I asked, “Did you change the channel?”
He arched one eyebrow and I looked at the time. “Oh,” I said. “It’s almost midnight.”
He navigated to the channel showing the Times Square (New York) annual event and he counted down the final ten seconds. Then we kissed, retaining our delicate balance and not falling off the sofa.
The dogs, instantly recognizing an opportunity, seized the moment to do a happy give-us-a-biscuit dance. They were intensely cute and were properly rewarded for their efforts.
And then, we went back to watching NCIS. Another year has passed. Let’s hope this is a very good one for us all.