Happy New Year!

2018 is coming in like a lion.  Let's hope the rest of the year is more lamb-like.  What?  That's the month of March?  Somebody tell Mother Nature.  The anticipated norther blew in with a bang overnight, awaking to winds out of the north at 27 gusting to a million; 43º and that is as warm as it's going to get.  Spitty drizzle.  More rain coming.

Anticipating all this, we took down our outside Christmas lights yesterday and I wrestled the cover onto the boat.  It looks like this snotty weather is going to be around for a while.

Joan and I had our traditional quiet evening, even stayed up past midnight - watched the ball drop in Times Square at 11:00 our time, just in case.

I'm not a resolution-maker, but I'm hoping for a kinder 2018.