By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
What can be said in New Year rhymes,
That's not been said a thousand times?
The new years come, the old years go,
We know we dream, we dream we know.
We rise up laughing with the light,
We lie down weeping with the night.
We hug the world until it stings,
We curse it then and sigh for wings.
We live, we love, we woo, we wed,
We wreathe our brides, we sheet our dead.
We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,
And that's the burden of the year.
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Happy New Year! We had a fairly quiet last day of 2015, which, given the amount of crap that happened late in the year, was just fine with me. I had a bunch of work to do, including posting a review of Voyager's "Innocence", and we had a lot of college football on in the background (go Clemson!) while I was folding laundry.
We stopped at Kohl's and had dinner at Noodles & Co. with Adam because I had coupons expiring December 31, then we saw Bridge of Spies, which I thought was enjoyable though I wouldn't say extraordinary; solid performances, solid directing, good pacing. We Skyped with Daniel and now of course we're watching Ryan Seacrest...
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